The music is defined
by the silence between notes
The light, defined by
shadow, I live in your story.
Wrapped in winter sky
under that voluminous missionary,
it is told all are
one.
Whole in its brilliant
breathless hoop,
the sun kindles our
need for closure.
For if we don’t shut
the door, how can we open it again?
How can we unbury our
heart of secrets,
turn the truth inside
out?
All is one, all is
one, all is one -
the bones of our
existence exposed:
icy lip of river,
murmurations of cirrus
deep miles of frozen
tracks.
Here we find what
truly supports us,
the muscle and sinew
of our days -
revelation to
transform rusted fender
into feathered wing,
to transpose
painted canvas into
anthem or dirge,
the mettle to welcome
pause and shadow.
All is One, You and
Me, Inevitable -
let’s breathe in this
darkness,
and breathe out the
coming song.
--(co-written with J.M. Hurt)
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