Sunday, 16. May 2004
Grace
You stay up all night, opening books
looking for explanations and justifications.
You sit in leaky boats, in the middle of a flood, arguing who has the better oars!
Poorna* says: Don't stay in dark tarvens, moaning about error. Walk into a cathedral of trees. Get drunk on light's grace!
Poorna* - One who is complete, like the full moon. It was also the name of my great grandfather, a mystic and a poet.
My Poems
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