"I Want to be Where Your Barefoot Walks"
I want to be where your bare foot walks;
I want to be where your bare foot walks,
Because maybe before you step you'll look at the ground.
I want that blessing.
I open and fill; I fill with love and all other objects evaporate.
All the learning in books stays put on the shelf.
Poetry, the dear words, images of song,
Comes down over me like water.
This is how I would die;
Into the love I have for you; the love I have for you.
As pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight
This is how I would die
Into the love I have for you."
Monday, February 28, 2011
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