Lamp lit weavings undone in love’s bright gaze
Jade green
comings that can never fade
All outpouring
things from soaring lights
Liquid things
from lifted heights
And mystery’s
puzzled lines from fallen paper leaves
All flowing
through my mind’s own outstretched wings
Oh for things
which run as deer yet dance as clowns
Their yearning
part’s fulfilled as the twig’s let go
That one which
went so far and back again
Till it was lost
of every dulling outer outside thing
And with
beauty’s lifted feet came in, in dancing flight
To ply the waved
waters through my own unfolding wings
When will I turn to him and bravely leave my holds
And let my captured knowings go, to know more
That first one,
oh, it took me far enough
Still, to stay
bound to that makes no sense in clouding
Release
each twig: watch its returns of joy!
And let my inmost heart go further on in opened wings
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