Monday, July 03, 2006

She Alone

I did not know what soul was
until I gave up

the me and mine game.

Daylight spills

in this pouring of You
darkness ruminates
its being is You.
What passes through
to be other

is You.

You breathe on the flame
and the flame breathes back
as mind
but there is no one here
who can claim to be

even that flame.

What we name, soul
You call:

Me and Mine.