
As We Enter the 3rd Millennium
As we enter the 3rd millennium roots reach down like gnarled hands boats rise up on waves like ballerinas buildings bloom like…
Streaks of color in the sky —
can it be the blood of angels?
The sky itself —
can it be the breath of God?
In the underbrush a noise —
a something’s there
cleaning house?
The four or five or more
dimensions —
a ghost’s body
giving birth to life?
We travel to the cardinal points —
then are we anywhere
but at our starting point?
Questions come
and are themselves the answers —
a Cyclops or unicorn
as easily as an ant?
Staring into the air
are we gazing at
God’s aquarium?
Loving each other to the bone —
are we loving any
other than God?
You’re seventy-two Abdal-Hayy
yet you’re still a child —
Still at sea
any closer to the shore?
Or is the sea the answer?
Love comes in a puddle
as well as a pillow —
Do you breathe it in
and exhale its
compassionate zone?
12/11/12 (from Next Life)