June 23, 2010

doors

I read stories of distant rushing waters
mimicking the sounds of the river of life flowing
when and how and which way does it end?
an outcry echoes against the wall
or maybe the trees hear the sighing
their fruit holds keys and blueprints waiting
aching echoing from the depth of lost hopes
which were never meant to be lost

what is obedience now:
did I lose sight of the next
or is it just breathing in
relearning this default
trusting is -- not even counting on the next time coming soon
not even waiting by the door which closed.

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