And don't look for me in a human shape.
I am inside your looking. No room
for form with love this strong.
Beat the drum and let the poets speak.
This is a day of purification for those
who are already mature and initiated
into what love is.
No need to wait until we die.
There is more to want here than money
and being famous and bites of roasted meat.
Now, what shall we call this new sort of gazing-house
that has opened in our town where people sit
quietly and pour out their glancing
like light, like answering?
1 comment:
A 'gazing house' a new concept for me, Ruth. Thanks.
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