spiritual language poetry & writings

a (passing) glance at the river



What was lost steals away
into a legacy of shadows
–here’s one ‘above’… here’s one ‘below’–
moment to moment an open gate
for a return of the river,
from here and there small
gestures still moving on,
still there, beginning again
this time learning human
in the drift of things, in the
language of yes following
the rules of paradise (and attendant
ghosts) too bright to see, but
coming down, many circles later,
to: ‘love one another,’ past
the history of the invitation,
the history of snakes,
coming back to the body, to
the star in your forehead,
as time’s fool… the triumph
of love like a word in
your ear.