Tuesday, September 24, 2013

A Marriage at Prentice Cooper

Bindless sunlight,
melting into fields of flax
under wire gates and bales.

Forever, forever,
walking together.
We grind, becoming one.

God shows love
in the understandable beauty,
great beauty.
I stifle my nose.

Is it for me?
As in,
am I destined?
Is it ours to relish?
It is, but all around
is spirit.
Filled until we reach
nothingness.

Beyond control,
everything breathes,
even me.
All else is detail.

As I lay down
in the flash delirium
I understand
the dream in the dream.