The only sin is not knowing
the bigger picture,
and even then
it’s nothing new:
No one stopped
the strangling fig.
No one rescued Job.
God must know itself,
I think, and thinking,
know myself, and even then —
that God and the Devil are secretly one
only God and the Devil can know.
The only sin is not knowing the bigger picture,
and even then it’s nothing new.
I forgive the Father God,
and he forgives me, too.
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