lens of god

at the stretches / vast edges of the universe
touching blurry cusps of existence
life wriggles from behind a telescope
and sits down at the desk
to write. in this moment
evidence of a beauty
(who has gone
	bending with the curve
of time. the secrets of the moon.

don’t surrender your loneliness by Hafez

Don’t surrender your loneliness so quickly.
let it cut more deep.
Let it ferment and season you
as few human or even divine ingredients can.
Something missing in my heart tonight
has made my eyes so soft
my voice so tender
my need of god
absolutely clear.

— Hafiz

a touch of heat

i come here to write and only
i don't really know why
but sometimes there is a feeling
deep in the pit of my gut

and what results when i put finger to key
or pen to page
is simply some approximation of greatness
just a sliver, a hair, a microscopic granular

it's moments like these that have me wonder
if we really are the image of God-
but a fingerprint, a shape,
a chemi-coded, oil outline
of three dimensions...

a touch of heat in the darkness of space

streams of mountain and mud (for love i do)

oh just to glance once into your eyes
and find my own completion

(and here my mind tries to get the better of
me and asks me if I am sure,
and all I can reply is does What Is
Was and Will require a reason
in defence?)

gladly would i press my lips to yours,
for a moment become eternity
for Man alone is not God (Woman and Man are)
let go from your kiss and shatter into
a million, trillion pieces,
drip from the streams of mountain and mud
to every corner rain can find

I accept all consequences.