Wednesday, October 31, 2007

MESsage - from Blakka


you can wash
in my river
and I’ll
shelter by your tree

mapping diverse
thoughts together
till I’m feeling
what you see

water finds space
in sandy assurance
narrow promises
packed tight

sand crave cracks
betwixt selfish stones
so we fill our rooms
with light

more than seeking words
to name our thoughts
we’ll work to know
when we have found it

we are here
we’ve shot our arrow
time to paint the target
around it

and just maybe
you feel immobile
in courses flowing fast

me too
but let’s just work
and know

this too shall pass