Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Life Is

Relentless. I think

of my infant daughter

named for a towering tree

and an immortal goddess,

with the usual persistent

refusal to accept what is

as is, without

imagining the impossible,

which is what

I like about us,

and I know her hunger

is every hunger

her freshness is

every beautiful new thing--

she wants she wants

she cries she smiles

already blazing with whole life

alive with desire to be alive,

and yet we are not

that hunger itself,

we human awarenesses,

whatever nothings we are

we are the soul

that is awareness

beyond, even if

also less, than all.

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