When we know
in our innermost
bones
that to be
apart from
is to be
a part of,
'
then
no matter
how lost we
seem,
we're already
home....
THE BEAUTIFUL MUNDANE: POETRY, ORIGINAL PAINTINGS, PHOTOGRAPHS by Peter "Break the wine glass and fall towards the glass-blower's breath." "Walk out like someone suddenly born into color!" Rumi
When we know
in our innermost
bones
that to be
apart from
is to be
a part of,
'
then
no matter
how lost we
seem,
we're already
home....
Be as a stone--
smooth oval--
almost weightless
in the sometimes
murky, sometimes
clear, pond
of your living.
Nothing to do
here
but drop
deeper towards
the whispering
silt, this strangeness
beckoning
from your life's
bottom.
Elegant skeletal
template
of the transcendental's
descent, messy
temptations and hard-won
learning transforming
tissues, reforming
hearts.
Her tasty lentil soup, happily
slurped, but never sipped,
pushes the pout
off his poet's lips.
Later, with a mischievous
grin, aching arm and
twinkling eye,
the emptied bowl
he'll give a lusty lick!