we must dance amid these broken leaves of light
cradle the sun in our bosom, the stars in our eyes
no trace of the empty Word found here –
no, only the spurs of life in counterpoint
the urging of the lion’s beating heart
unrelenting cascade of truth
now in this cool autumn breeze
i am my own attempt at myself
and surrounded by ethereal music
i pulse with the pulsing of leaves,
sap, air, light
this telluric pace destroying transient illusion
the only thought left standing:
i am the meeting of light condensed
and love expanded
my nerves are but the cradle of truth
my heart the birth of compassion
my gut the embryo of freedom
sit with me now, let me take your hand
feel the experiment of your pulse
and begin again this dance