Empty is only the warp of our tapestry, Part of God's pattern, is only the interval, Only the silence that shapes His pale music Remembered, recorded, when drifting from dreams In that sleep-darkened tent where our souls Slake their thirst for the new, for the novel, And the stone still rolls down the million-year cliff From the beginning of dreams, the red heat of the plains, The quest for safe shelter, the consuming of carrion.... Yet if dreams hold an answer, as flowers hold fog, They must answer with breath, and, if they answer, Must dance among stars, and have their own songs Of the body and blood, and must sing them.
(The eye's iris closing in the brightening light... The body, vanishing in the whightening light... The mind -- an old man running along a beach of blue sand with a young girl riding high on his shoulders -- dissolves into a memory. The lips, pale and smiling, evaporate, smoothed in hot sandy winds, dissolve into a line, And the eyes, gazing into the spaces between the stars, grow dim and close on the dark. Grow dim and sleep. Grow dim and sleep Sleep through the deep darkness spread beyond death.) This darkness is cupped in the palms of the far stars Where new sunlight falls like feathers through bones. Where lost constellations have no shapes and no names, But are parts of His pattern, forgotten mandalas, While on Earth we return to the sun and the iris, The iris and sun, gleaming deep in His sleep That only the rain on the new leaves will lend us. Stars fading. Sun rising. Windy city.... Morning rises forever forever as love rises forever. We are all Awake Now. Sunlight falls on all our faces here on a shore with no name, here on blue sands here by the crimson sea. Stars above dwindle towards the edge of light, and whirling shake their hair, jet ebony, in a free wind blowing East and West, clear and warm, now and forever, Hello, good-bye, I'll always love you. We hold each other here Here in the place of God's solitude Here in His luminous night. There are others with us. We have met them in another time. Love, for the moon is rising. Love, for the sun delays.