One Grain of Rice

[Guest guest]

"In your light I learn how to love.

In your beauty, how to make poems.

 

You dance inside my chest,

where no one sees you,

 

but sometimes I do, and that

sight becomes this art."

 

~Rumi

 

 

 

Always the first movement urges me to write

only ecstatic, bhakti incantations,

chanting mantras over the idea of Your Heart.

The mere idea is enough to stop me dead

in my tracks and start to say it another way.

 

Who knows why this happens, this turning.

 

Facing You and losing all trace of You,

again, i did not know Who You were.

But this i know - i know Who You are.

 

So i appear to be here writing this poem.

You appear to be somewhere in San Ramon or

somewhere that appears to be giving

the appearance that You are not here.

Let me make this more clear.

 

You are here.

 

Man, don't i know it!

i could laugh all day and far

into the night about this,

You know.

 

Of course You know.

 

But then again, what do we know?

i know we sometimes say we don't know anything.

But more like this -

 

"i don't know about You,

but i'm hungry."

 

"Do You want to get something to eat?"

 

"Yes, let's get something to eat.

i know a great place that has the best

french fries ever."

 

"Let's do it."

 

And you never saw the cars

so filled with Life

so filled with Beautiful

so filled with me

so filled with You.

 

So help me God.

 

Ya know?

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie