Seasons of Peace

Time's knife
slides from the sheath,
as a fish
from where it swims.

Being closer and closer
is the desire of the body.

Don't wish for union!

There's a closeness
beyond that.

Why would God
want a second God?

Fall in love
in such a way
that it frees you
from any connecting.


Love is the soul's light,
the taste of morning,
no me,
no we,
no claim of being.


These words
are the smoke
the fire gives off
as it absolves its defects,
as eyes in silence,
tears, face.

Love cannot be said.