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Springing

 

 

 

I am reborn into the world of radiance—

crystalline icicles, glittering reaches of snow—

and whatever in me is old brown stick,

whatever in me is withered rose hip,

whatever is desiccated and dead takes notice

of the shine and says, Teach me that.

 

I am reborn into the world of drip

and melt and streets of mud,

and whatever part of me is muck-squeamish

and sludge resistant goes walking anyway

and wallows and squishes and slips and laughs.

 

In that slippery moment, the part of me

who has died becomes lotus.

And who is it in me that scoffs

and says Who are you to be lotus?

I show her diamonds in the field,

the big blue dome of sky, the vast

expanses of glistening mud,

and I ask her, Who are you not to be?

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Just Before It Melts

 

 

 

Before the sun

has reached

the meadow

on the tip

of a tall blade

of dry grass,

a single

brilliant

sparkle—

see how

it offers

radiance

to anyone

who

will look,

though

that is not

why it

shines.

 

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all this glimmer

seems to have come

from nothing

 

sometimes it takes

the cold to make

invisible beauty visible

 

all day I look

into others, trying to find

the sky inside us

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Teacher

Imagine if the sun
said to the moon
“This sky’s not big enough
for the both of us.”

Instead, it gives
unceasingly light
so that they both
can shine.

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