Tuesday, July 27, 2010

The propagation of light in a medium

In the curve of time
- spacetime -
between you and me

where distance is passage
to the center
of celestial being

like the distance between the front door

(where I
above by five steps
bend to your presence)

and the foot of the landing

(where you
look up and smile
that sun smile
that star smile
that smile)

all light that is in me
is moving, free-falling
toward your gravity

(speed of light – nothing travels so fast as
speed of light)

and all stars
and all clusters of stars
and all stars that are suns for other planets

explode in a deep cup of immanence.

I’ve never been so glad to be here.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Sunday, February 7, 2010

where there is: you

Standing in the place - not of expecting,
but rather: knowing

where hope isn't merely hopeful,
but rather: a deeply felt assurance of what is yet to come

where time folds in a perfect crease until there is no time,
but rather: an unfolding of every moment past and future that brings you to this place

this place of not expecting
this place where possibility isn't merely possible

where love isn't merely longing
where hope isn't merely hoping

where there is: you