Wednesday, September 9, 2009

on my mind

Nothing
Is on my mind
This Nothing
Is burial
A body is folded
In fresh cloth
Laid to rest.
This Nothing
is ascension
From three days’ death
To Eternal light.
This Nothing
Is burial
Of scrap of bread
Folded
Incorporated into me.
This Nothing
Is ascension
Of hand to mouth
Lip to cup
Of healing water
This Nothing
Is burial
Of estrangement
Breaking myself
Against the laws.
This Nothing
Is ascension
Of the prayer
Of the hope
Of exaltation.
This Nothing
Is Everything
But Nothing.

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