a night walk

bucket

pour what you can
into this leaking bucket
so that for a short time
it'll remember what full feels like

melting ice

you study the portrait
of your face
in a frozen mirror
anxiously

focus your gaze
into the depths
below your feet
and lose yourself
in wonderment

let your narcissism melt
in the heat of passion
and you will drown
laughing

in all things

every being
holds a mirror up to you
asking you to see in it
a sacred reflection

the reward of humility
is the glimmer of Godliness
in all things

they will never be alone
who can find something to love
in each curious knick-knack
at this garage sale

it's raining outside
the prayer of thirsty plants
answered

before i got here
i was in Light
did i make
the stupidest decision
to leave it?

what could be worth
this ache of separation?
what seeing creature
would tie his own blindfold
only to trip and stumble
and fall?

i am in a jail of my
own making
the pleasure of conjugal visits
once glimpses into freedom
now leave me feeling
numb

i wonder
why i chose this

warm soup

fill me
with warm soup
ladled from your
percolating heart

i crave the broth
that only you brew
because you know
my likes and aversions
without asking

the
whims of
my fickle tastebuds
you dissipate
with a salve
of patience

hold the spoon
up to my lips
and gently pour
into my
longing soul

quickly catch those
mischievous runaway
dribbles
with the
softest
cloth
and a smile
too

why i turn to
this blissful nourishment
so rarely
i can't explain

if you think of yourself
as a body
then it's easy to believe
that you are distinct from other
bodies

look again
through the strongest
magnifying glass
and your garment
crumbles

squint
and you'll see
a whack of empty space
with the occasional planet
whizzing by

every knot tells
the story of the universe
written in full
like a fractal in bloom
dripping with fresh paint

of all fabrics
the cloth of creation
was sewn out of retina
so it could
behold itself
in eerie
wonderment

and as the edges tatter
and fray
the threads are
moistened in His lips
passed again
through the eye of a holy needle
to take new shape
in His marvelous carpet