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Nothing


 
 
Today, for a time, I am more red rock cliff than river. 
I sit and do not do. 
Perhaps some part of me crumbles. 
I do not resist the crumbling. 
I do not resist stillness. 
I am weary of resisting. 
So weary that today 
I promised myself
I would make time for nothingness. 
What pleasure I found in not rushing, 
not rising, not streaming, not traveling to, 
not coming from. 
Why have I put off, again and again,
the chance to be intimate
with nothing? 
Yesterday, when I heard myself 
tell a friend my experience of nothing 
is what I think God is, 
then I wondered why I fill my hours 
with so much everything? 
So today I cliff. I rock wall. 
I sandstone. I canyon. 
I sit still and undo 
and meet the great nothing 
that holds up everything.

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in every blank
an invisible cliff
when I am brave
I meet the edge
and leap
sometimes
a splash
sometimes air
sometimes
a line will catch me
and swing me
to touch
for a moment
the infinite
before dropping me
back in the known
sometimes
I sit there
safe at the edge
count the minutes
and dream about
the dare

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One Faith

at the edge of a wish
choosing to jump—
you my parachute

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Momentum

Only after I step one foot over the cliff
do I realize the drop is so deep
and the pool in the river below so small
 
that the chances of hitting the water at all
seem infinitesimal.
I thought nothing could stop me from my course,
 
but seeing the rocks so far below
and knowing how likely it is I would hit them,
now I stand one foot on the desperate edge.
 
The other foot, free as a prophecy, hovers in the air.

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The Decision

 

 

choosing at last

to jump over the edge

only to land on another cliff

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