FORMIDABLE DIGRESSION

To dream of the sequence.
Scrounged to the floor
                                    in which our categorical selves lay
like naked bones --
                                    become extinct to our beginning
                                    tho’ never buried completely. 

To implore
beneath soil
                                    or completely hidden from place –
your heart a treasure I have
found –
                                    buried too quickly now, again
                                    this rare stone. 

To which birds have mourned
and sung songs
like this before
to meet with life their casual greeting
and be with life their wings. 

For you I carry my wings
as witness to
                                    who you are…
A spectator coming to participate –
indulge in the Being we hope for.
With this
                                    another tune,
Circle of songs turn and cross corners…
I’ve come to this life, this sky,
to explore --
                                    two birds as one.

                                                            one less,
                                                            one more.

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1993/ New York City

by Ji Rising/ Blogasana.com