i ask of the miraculous, be
and if you cannot
grow a garden
and of the transcendent, descend
and if you will not
grieve with me
i ask of the magician, prove it
and if you cannot
i believe you
and of the gambler, show your hand
that we may see the veins
and bones and breath
i ask of the messiah, return
and if you will not
may you rest
i ask of the miraculous, be
and if you cannot
grow a garden
He moved across the forest They moved across the forest It moved across the forest moved across the forest elephantly. across the forest under the autumn star the azure trees the fruit of rippling way
that beauty shadows on the grass moon; hand; dance come alive, remember you, remembered reborn, we cannot sleep dreams have no answer but deep, close to the heart they say be seen, dream with one anot
The sun someday will be love again. The mountain someday will be sand. The land in the end will begin again, and flowers grow out of its hand. I remembered an ancient poem, held under the tongue of a