The Moment
One night the light found me
Revealing the LIVING TRUTH
Concealed by linguistic filth.
Placing everything where it belongs,
It came upon me singing, flowering
From the flow not built up
By strain. Sunlight melting
The glacier of my self-bound striving.
Grace. Everything is
ALIVE.
Imprisonment is a conviction.
This poem prevents comparison.
It found me when I was walking
by the river
An autumn evening after the rain.
Everything a humming burning stillness.
It kicked out all sentimentalism.
Dumbness replaced the drumming brain.
In the SHOCK I almost FROZE!
We ARE and all IS.
Leaves on your shoes
falling on cars......
This freezing shock....where we are
Is not a passing through
But where we are is where we pass to......
That corner which you pass by
That familiar crossroad holds the sky
Of infinity which you must drown in.
So SEE, before you see
This willow-latticed-sky.
But isn't this the moment which you fear
Your crumpled heart
unfolding in your heart?
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