Tuesday, October 27, 2015

SERVICE

Arriving here
It is clear
It is not of me
       nor for me

Time balances me
but is not with me

Moments that whisper
Others' names and invoke my body to move
and to serve

The valley is covered with
worn out stones
and stones recently released
from their mothers' form

I am at release and ragged
Tumbling with clearance
Churning within motionless action
in service prescribed

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