Today
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do, There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Rumi
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To Waiting
You spend so much of your time expecting to become someone else always someone who will be different someone to whom a moment whatever moment it may be at last has come and who has been met and transformed into no longer being you and so has forgotten you meanwhile in your life you hardly notice the world around you lights changing sirens dying along the buildings your eyes intent on a sight you do not see yet not yet there as long as you are only yourself with whom as you recall you were never happy to be left alone for long
(Heard at Dear Love of Comrades, August 2007)
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