Tuesday, March 8, 2011
You
If from a mist over some foreign sea
you spiral your Self into being,
or in a field of daisies dance into life
on the four leaves of a green clover
or come from the bones of a great silver fish
or as a raindrop falling
on a place long rainless,
whether you appear as liquid light
in the eyes of an old man
or emerge from a deep river bed,
red clay kissing your fingers,
whether from a mother’s soft belly
or the belly of a huge round ship,
I would know you
though I might not read the text of your face
I would surely know you.
If in centuries beyond this time
you take birth
whatever body, whatever circumstance,
whether in this place or far away,
through a door hidden altogether from me,
I will know you are here or there,
back
beyond names, beyond language,
beyond the shadows of reason.
I will know
and once again my heart will be glad
you are.
If from a mist over some foreign sea
you spiral your Self into being,
or in a field of daisies dance into life
on the four leaves of a green clover
or come from the bones of a great silver fish
or as a raindrop falling
on a place long rainless,
whether you appear as liquid light
in the eyes of an old man
or emerge from a deep river bed,
red clay kissing your fingers,
whether from a mother’s soft belly
or the belly of a huge round ship,
I would know you
though I might not read the text of your face
I would surely know you.
If in centuries beyond this time
you take birth
whatever body, whatever circumstance,
whether in this place or far away,
through a door hidden altogether from me,
I will know you are here or there,
back
beyond names, beyond language,
beyond the shadows of reason.
I will know
and once again my heart will be glad
you are.
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