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Do you think I know what I’m doing?That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself?As much as a pen knows what it’s writing,or the ball can guess where it’s going next.
There is a light seed grain inside.You fill it with yourself, or it dies. I’m caught in this curling energy! Your hair!Whoever’s calm and sensible is insane!
The Friend comes into my bodylooking for the center, unableto find it, draws a blade,strikes anywhere.
When you are with everyone but me, you’re with no one. When you are with no one but me, you’re with everyone. Instead of being so bound up with everyone, be everyone. When you become that many, you’re nothing. Empty.
There is a way between voice and presencewhere information flows.In disciplined silence it opens.With wandering talk it closes.
Come to the orchard in Spring.There is light and wine, and sweethearts in the pomegranate flowers. If you do not come, these do not matter.If you do come, these do not matter.
They try to say what you are, spiritual or sexual?They wonder about Solomon and all his wives. In the body of the world, they say, there is a souland you are that. But we have ways within each otherthat will…
You breathe; new shapes appear,and the music of a desire as widespreadas Spring begins to movelike a great wagon. Drive slowly.Some of us walking alongsideare lame!
Daylight, full of small dancing particlesand the one great turning, our soulsare dancing with you, without feet, they dance.Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
I would love to kiss you.The price of kissing is your life. Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,What a bargain, let’s buy it.