RIPE

if i am the ground

the seed sown

then- when you reach for what

is real

is ripe

then you touch my life

the deepest truth     i am

deeper than anything   i know

i am

if the wind sucks the world from my senses

and i am led into

a vast loneliness

to be the ground lying under that sky

then you     sky

must give

what i     cannot

and lead

into what is not yet

making it real

as a flower

proceeds a fragrance

a fire

a rising cloud

a prayer

to alert ear

listening always

for your voice in my wind

and my voice in your stars

there is no universe

if i don’t compose

what is my heart

 

 

 

 

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