the names slip away,
but it is not forgetfulness.
It is our being so absorbed.
Then they all say to me,
Would you lead us in prayer?
Yes. But wait awhile.
I am still in some temporal confusion
that will be solved by companionship with you.
Through companionship with the ground
a grapevine grows. It opens
into the earth's darkness and flies.
It becomes selfless in the presence
of its origin and learns what it really is.
They nod, as though to say, Whenever you are ready.
That nodding was a flame in my heart.
I was freed from hourly time,
from sequence and relation.