Little Stone Angels

Is this light or some other illumination

I see burning off the edges of the roof

I want to see as some sort of angel

with a stern face looking through me

turning across the sky like an odd bird?

In each breath I feel both full and empty

looking for the end of the line despite myself

where the one end is all I did as someone else

and the one in hand is my own doing only me

where did I think I was going all this time?

It is not hard to find me everywhere you look

through my eyes I see the whole world

and even the feeling you have where you are not

me but only you is intimately assuring

to the ribbon of living washing this morning

into the all of us alive at the same time song

where you play your tune at once alone

and low in the unknown through it all we

each take our turn at tuning out the rest

so in the deepest quiet of our little fire

is a nest of woven notes aglow we ignore

holding us aloft for a few moments more

to look out at the whole of it to know we

are this one thing alone only once again

offering the sleeping angel our last home

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Our Most Perfect Return

In the morning when we wake up there is a moment

when we don't know who we are but feel no panic

a perfect living in the midst of imperfection

How sweet the whole world is without thought

before we add our little fears and doubts

and open our eyes wider than we can understand

All day long then a cloak of despair enrobes

the light of the day is diffuse and limited

a slow hand encloses the mind with thoughts

If we didn't have such memory or the ability to conceive

brilliant children of self treachery

we would run out into the fog and dissipate

Like we will later on when the afternoon turns

bright with age and sags against evening

and the bed returns to sleep in the shape of us

Innocent in the darkness of our true being

we slip out of our self clothing into the all

empty of the marks that designate us

One different heart-beater better than any other

marching after the idles of a single searching mind

all day alone in a dream of self improvement

Lost again the moment we close our eyes for good

our dream of waking up better than we were

sweetly eases away into our most perfect return

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Let Go

I was walking with the moon

when I said to the moon

I don't need you

Sunshine was hot on my mind

the hour of forgetting

was upon me

I stopped and let the moon go

the darkness came to me

you were not there

The weight of light extinguished

from its beginning life

all need of me

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