contemplation and action:
a beautiful marriage
but like any vow
tying there and then to here and now
is oh so difficult to sustain.
in a moment
i often go
from Peace to anxiety,
effortless Breath
to constricted chest.
what pernicious etherial smoke
has been breathed into the pink lungs of Being?
what vacuum sucked in in?
infused solicitude into the veins
of the universe that simply Is?
Bread and Wine:
carnal and Divine
essential Blood and Breath
preserving the This from merely this
granting work to be beautiful rest.
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I am liking the poetry. Do you write poetry often?
Sort of. I go in spurts. I wish I were more disciplined in it.
bread and wine
carnal and divine...
whoa. that just blew my mind.
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