Three days it has been like this.
I dip my pitcher in the fountain.
It fills with blood.
The rose garden is all desert
thorns and stone.
I chant spells to lure the genii back
into the bottle.Nothing happens.
A beloved's frown destroys the lover.
Come back.Brighten my eye,
Even if i do not deserve it.
My loving asks, what have i done ?
A voice replies,Do not look to yourself.
The cause is beyond every here and now.
The life gift is given
and then taken away.
It is not for us to know why , or how.
Grace comes with the creation word, Be
The gate opens without hesitating.
Between the push of buh
and the smooth launch of ee,
there is an infinite moment
when everything happens.
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