November 2013

The Poet’s Joyfully Tearful Eyes

The Poet’s Joyfully Tearful Eyes

I am the Tao
The way
The truth and the light
The darkness of night
And The Lie;
Heralding the friction for existence

Listen, listen

How do we forget?
How we forget !
How do we forget?!
…The grace…
…Of the heart’s loyal pace
…Of the guardian sun’s blessing-circles in space
….Of the goddess water flows that fill up our human flowering vase

This existence-
presence for which we did not ask-
our mere animation
Deserves the old, lost exultation:

When did we start to laugh at the sacred
And belittle the child
And the poet’s joyfully tearful eyes