There is nothing less than anything; look we do,
and breathe, and voices of Rosemary and Sage
spread their fragrant anythings in less
than all things nothing.
~Coyote
Fragmented poetics, non-linear beauties;
words, unexpected choruses, and
finally, the iambic bluster.
The difference between passionate love
and madness is like the difference
between red and red.
From wine is the richness of Life;
from Tequila is the fullness of Earth,
but it’s the fragrances of flowers
that make the stars twinkle.
When is it time to discard useless things?
When you cannot see yourself in the mirror.
Know yourself by what you discard.
Life took me by the hand and such
a grip it was, but I thought
I was waiting for the amorous glance.
Is home a place or a longing for a place?
Or a condition of the heart?
Or is it nostalgic for something
that never was but could have been?
Can you feel the offer of serene greetings?
I’m aging, though not old and
not finished growing or growling.
What is the way of coming out of yourself,
that brings another world right to you,
to land on your shoulders like a bird?
When that time comes, you will have
passed the vanishing point.
From: Finding My Way:
One Man’s Spiritual Quest
For The Divine Presence
Unpub. MS p, 30
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