A heaviness on waking

burns off like dew

moisture of the morning

dream trails left by some

unsuspecting wish to be

or to love or have love

only forgetting no possession

brings such things

no accomplishment

weighs in as favor

making any wish true

 

There is something here

at work       abiding

more brilliant even

than the sun

for it shines always

and looking beyond

the eyes yes yes yes

yeses reveal what is

eyes possibly of heart

beyond breath even

You are what is

 

Neither moist nor arid

distressed or elated

lost or remembered

virtuous or awry

engaged or foot-dragging

each and all of these

burn off in the sun

of their own making

like the dew

of this morning

a morning of night

 

What is

has

no

equal

force

= or ≠

cannot

be measured

and left

whole

simultaneously

 

Instead unfold within

ourselves resplendent

beyond the fascination

with things that break

only to be

rebuilt oncemore

trimming satisfaction

from something

that can only

be diminished

by its very nature