Tuesday, January 25, 2011

from a notebook from last winter

When the depth of now is eternal
our presence is all and whole,
the silence is openness,
the water is deep, and eyes touch
there: we become, inside the long home.


  1. I can't nail down what this means, but I think that's what I like about it so much. The writing's really spacious.

  2. Dear Lingua Journal, thank you very much for your comment. :) But which of you are you?