This Day

This is not a day for asking questions,

not a day on any calendar.

This day is conscious of itself.

This day is a lover, bread and gentleness.

Blessing

I want to be where

your bare foot walks,

because maybe before you step,

you will look at the ground.

I want that blessing.

Urgency

When the captain sees the girl,

he immediately falls in love with her

like the Caliph.

Don't laugh at this.

His loving is also part of infinite love,

without which the world does not evolve.

Forms move from inorganic to vegatation

to selves endowed with spirit

through the urgency of every love

that wants to come to perfection.

Already Under

Late by myself, in the boat of myself,

no light and no land anywhere,

cloudcover thick.

I try to stay just above the surface,

yet I am already under

and living within the ocean.

On Resurrection Day

On Resurrection Day your body testifies against you.

Your hand says, I stole money.

Your lips, I said meanness.

Your feet, I went where I shouldn't.

Your genitals, me too.

They will make your praying sound hypocritical.

Let the body's doings speak openly now,

without your saying a word

as a student's walking behind a teacher

says, This one knows more clearly

than I the way.

Our Closeness

Friend, our closeness is this.
Anywhere you put your foot
feel me in the firmness under you.

How is it with this love,
I see your world and not you?

The Diver's Clothes

You are sitting here with us,

but you are also out walking in a field at dawn.

You are yourself the animal we hunt

when you come with us on the hunt.

You are in your body

like a plant is solid in the ground,

yet you are wind.

You are the diver's clothes

lying empty on the beach.

You are the fish.

In the ocean are many bright strands

and many dark strands like veins that are seen

when a wing is lifted up.

Your hidden self is blood in those,

those veins that are lute strings

that make ocean music,

not the sad edge of surf,

but the sound of no shore.