WHO IS HOLY

it’s not that kind of place…

among the summer flowers

dressing the lakeshore

in morning,

in august

 

out of respect,

leave it before you enter:

the agenda

the volume

the commotion

 

shed all of it, and

hear things

see things

untangle

 

land quietly as you approach

please?

land quietly - as one would in a holy place

for several somebodies are already present

 

“wisdom has built her house.”

and it goes like this…

like the water’s ripple

just like this

 

excerpted from Proverbs 9: 1-7

 

 


morning prayer

 

my early version
the one i like best
with an impulse towards prayer

make me an instrument
for all
or, perhaps just these two or three
who share with me a life under this roof?


violins were strung for symphonies
and kites for soaring 
so, what of my purpose?

deliver me from my hissing
just that, today

blunt my tallying
of disappointments and woe
just that, today

make me an instrument,
of quiet gesture
surely i could be put to some use for elevation?


today, just that
today… could be different

 

 

 

 

(self) assertion

 

YES is a muscle

whose strengthening i skim over 

NO gets the workout

 

so on tuesday and on this day, and on others

i practice…

amidst the morning’s clamor and rebuff

 

it looks like this

time in

breath taking,

and giving

extending the gaps

 

slow motion

gathering up a gladness, rallying an “indeed”

broad strokes, balancing truth on my right side and my left

exhausting and establishing in quiet synchronicity

 

YES is a muscle

whose strengthening i skim over 

so on days like this when i remember

amen gets the workout

 

it looks like this - the drill

time in

breath taking and giving

it looks like, “why not?”

 

some days, like this one

the toning, the knotted mind’s release, the YES

looks simply

like the hushed refrain of, “thank you”

over and over and over and over

 

 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

one movement

one movement

one self-contained part

as in a composition
 

the lengthening, the spiraling

the grounding and the breath taking

a legion of actions

in agency of one movement

just one

 

the start, the finish

the effort

and the ease

 

may i stay with this quietly

and study the nature of

this one 

movement

 

perceived as,

a major structural unit

beethoven’s (late) favorite was No. 14

with strings

 

the start, the finish

the effort

and the ease

it becomes so sensible

through this symphony prism

 

insisting that this maneuver be here 

so as not to quell the other

may i stay with it quietly

and consider, 

consider the sound from vibrating strings

 

mind and body

in the service of

that one

utterly

perfect

note…

from hollow instruments