Our Being:

Our being:

rough in intimate ways

like climbing a rocky gorge

hands and feet

water slipping on the sharp rocks

of pleasure, pain, shock

and radiance of the sun.

Our being:

perfect

the moon on the surface of the lake

at dawn

fire glowing in the east

all happenstance

its ornament

all pleasure, pain, sorrow

drops of dew

shining

before they’re gone

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