Open Secret April 3, 2005
Open Secret
i don’t feel like i can surpass my fumbling hands.
still,
i’d love for them to find their way back to you.
that’s right, there is a field beyond all wrongdoing.
i know, at least, we will meet there again.
we’ll find rumi, too, with whirling dervish spirit,
he’ll be singing to us, giggling softly, even.
we’ll find ourselves beyond words as he spirals toward us,
then far away, again.
we’ll find ourselves beyond that passing fancy of a past,
so now,
we
find ourselves
just
present
-jmj
04 03 05
On(e) Reflection April 1, 2005
Not just the mirror
I am the open window.
I’m a reflection and
a conduit
Not just the window,
I’m the soft, purring river.
I shimmer as mirror and
keep on moving
as we move through one another
Not just the river,
I am the shadow
Flipside, reverse, and somehow
just exact same composition
as you
We are one, together,
or apart,
good, bad or indifferent
We continue to be
that
one
loving
reflection
-jmj
april fuels day, 05
