The Near


Someone said,
"You need no other."
But I do.
I cannot light
the wick within me.
I am lit.
From the instant I was
planted in flesh
I needed someone’s
milk and tears.
Even the absence
that encircles the moon and stars
is curved by a Mother's
inscrutable care.
Aloneness created us
to love.
Before first light,
a thrush waits blindly to feel
that same pull:
the jasmine breath
of our listening.
Here's the mystery:
we do not thirst for the One,
but the Near.

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