Friday, September 30, 2005

The Gift

You play guitar with your friends, laughing
On the street
You talk with the potter, the bamboo man,
The woman who sells cut flowers,
And when it is raining
You are singing
And when the sun is shining on all that is wet
You are listening
In the golden light,
And you dare not question -
Though you keep breathing
In and out
This luminous morning -
All that has been or may be lost.
You dare not ask how it is that
When it is raining
You are singing
And when the sun is shining
You are listening
And breathing -
In and out -
A great, big, luminous morning,
A great, big, luminous love.

5 Comments:

Blogger Blue said...

Mmm... poetry. REAL poetry.

Lovely.

G.

10/01/2005 8:38 AM  
Blogger Mary said...

Moose - you have a blog!! And it's a beautiful one with poetry. I will be visiting again...

10/03/2005 9:11 AM  
Blogger MB said...

rare blue, thank you for your kind words. I checked out your blog and you have some nice photos. Thanks for visiting.

mary, I'm glad you stopped by, lovely to have you! :-)

10/03/2005 10:26 AM  
Blogger ruth said...

beautiful moose and a good start to my meditation. thank you.

10/04/2005 12:10 AM  
Blogger MB said...

I am honored that it served you well, Ruth.

10/04/2005 8:08 AM  

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