Tag Archives: In Dust I Sing

The trouble with this business of illusion is its bright seeming—
The palaces and waters of it on the empty plain gleaming.

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Water, by being in love with death, gives life to all things;
Desiring absorption in the ocean it flows, and sings.

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If anyone asks for proof that God exists—let him disprove
His own existence. Let him declare what makes his mind move.

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I was fishing in the deep pools where the big fish loiter,
When the sun came over the hill and shone upon the water.

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I remember distinctly the beginnings of this love
About which it was easy to make vows so hard to prove

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When my Beloved’s face first appeared over the rim of my world,
Hundreds of flags of praise immediately were unfurled.

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After all, who are the worse off—the warm-housed heart-poor
Or us stumbling through the night towards the Beloved’s door?

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After the night’s rain the sky was an inverted bowl of crystal
In which the kookaburra’s laugh was a musical repeating pistol.

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The tracks we follow lead back to the place from where we came.
We are mighty hunters—but we ourselves are the game.

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