3/07/2013

Your Work and Mine


"Your work is grace, my work is opening.
Your work is light, my work is receiving.
Your work is to pour, my work is overflowing.

Under the milk of your beams, the gold 
invisible awakening, the furious nectar 
of desire from pale broken seeds, 
this empty cup, a wild rose among thorns. 
I am the garden, you are the Spring.
My achievement is your presence." 
Thus ends the song I heard
among the roots and twigs this morning. 
We learn by listening to creatures 
who sing when they burst open.

Painting by Georgia O'Keefe

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