And you wait, keep waiting for that one thing

which would infinitely enrich your life:

the powerful, uniquely uncommon,

the awakening of dormant stones,

depths that would reveal you to yourself.

-First stanza, Remembrance, Rainer Rilke

I Trust You

The basin at the underside of

my belly

has opened,

and the well there with

life-giving waters

drinks me in.


I draw myself into this well

and the well becomes me;


I enter a blossom swelling

to the size of a sun;

I embody the finest grain of sand

containing all the subtle beginnings of a universe


I plunge into this self


the I am

I AM
I AM

which resonates

with the voice of Water

and follows

the arc

of a sun beginning to rise

rise,

rise

on its course.


Is there any piece of eternity
to be held onto?

For any embrace I give to the

nature of things

is an embrace already
occurring

in my chest

behind the star of

my cracked-open

Sternum.

ATB 2010



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