Wednesday, March 31, 2010

A Turning Night

This moment, this love, comes to rest in me,
many beings in one being.

In one wheatgrain a thousand sheaf-stacks.
Inside the needle's eye, a turning night of stars.

1 comment:

lovely you said...

Ruth! First of all, I've always loved this one. I find myself reciting it (the first part) sometimes seemingly out of just surfaces. And second of all, I'm gonna need you to tell me how you made that picture, please! It's awesome looking. And perfect for the poem. Thank you. Oh, and I need to tell you soon about FP. I will work on that because I want to share some of my favorite quotes from it with you and also tell you what I learned from it.