Of Womb-worm and Her Work

 

It became what were words;
like tape worms in a person,
and poison to the brain—
and Womb-worm I name her,
and she worked like disdain.

Pray thus

 

Our Dearest Dad above;
My Abba Father God—

Who in the heavens
Your Name is feared—

Above all,
may Your fame be
yet more revered!

Nothing

Something is upheld by nothing.
All of matter is empty space;
Even the minute minuscule of matter we call particles of mass
Are no more than mere drag nets on moments of change
In a field of vacuum energy;
This is the quantum reality.

Satori Dear

My Dearest Satori,
It was so sweet to meet you;
I was so glad to greet you.
I am now sad to leave you;
I still seem to see you—
and still tend to flee you.

Dear my dear

 

A new year appears.
May this day, may this year;
May this world and its fear—
Its lives and our minds,
Its people of all kinds,
Be new; be made new—
Renewed in its hope,
Fulfilled in all joy,
Flooding our minds
With the love of our lives.