Verb

 

I'm at my best
when I Am.
Why thing the verb?
Why outcast myself
from the shoreless
swirl of possible
worlds that surge
through my marrow,
making a mere drop
of myself instead of         
oceaning the whole?
I Am not
a christian or buddhist,
poet or teacher,
wiseman or fool.
I simply
Am.
Let it be known
that this is no place
for nouns.
Earth is all predicate
and burning.
O You who breathes
warmth into the sun,
fire into the mountain,
wine into the sweetest
grape, and roaring
into the belly
of the lion,
O let me never forget
that You are the Verb         
who breathes me.






 

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