Picked up my first of Gitanjali’s work a few years ago at a tightly-packed used book store in Northampton, MA & recently it picked me up, plucked my heart like a peach from the day’s mundane basket & bit, bit, bit. I am eaten whole. I am wholly tasted. I am forgetting all sense of flesh & self & time & letting it take me to the depths, lonely night upon night. Perfect loneliness, our togetherness.  

Picked up my first of Gitanjali’s work a few years ago at a tightly-packed used book store in Northampton, MA & recently it picked me up, plucked my heart like a peach from the day’s mundane basket & bit, bit, bit. I am eaten whole. I am wholly tasted. I am forgetting all sense of flesh & self & time & letting it take me to the depths, lonely night upon night. Perfect loneliness, our togetherness.  

Autumn Prayer

Autumn is coming & with it, abundance.

The rain & its ancient endless hammers,

the good field of Self let loose with red horses.

I am ready for the shift, the darkening of days

& goldening of quiet.

I am the cliff where a lone rivulet of green dangles.

I ease into the arms of October, releasing my sleep into its care,

allowing my wakefulness to unlatch & open inside its gaze.

I am the fruit of summer, reaped.

Let me run in the orange wind.

Let me unfold in crisp daylight.

Let me ripen & fall,

& falling, resist

no thing. 

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