Tell Me


Tell me

Do you know the way to love all the way through

without cracking wide open?

Can you show me the way a life does its best looking?

Which eyes do I use?

And how in the world does one stand wide enough to feel ones

soul without also feeling the howling wilderness it carries?

But this too, is ok

The deep wild, and the deep quiet living in the same meadow

The birth and rebirth of a heart

Of a day

Of a deep longing

I can stand quiet in the middle, and listen