Someone gave me wishes and I wished for an embrace.

If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.

Well, for one thing, in the tradition of Zen that I've practiced, there is no prayerful worship and there is no affirmation of a deity.

And may my bronze name / touch always her thousand fingers / grow brighter with her weeping / until I am fixed like a galaxy / and memorized / in her secret and fragile skies.

And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moths.

ordinary eternal machinery, like the grinding of the stars

I don't trust my inner feelings, inner feelings come and go.