Help us to see your presence everywhere;
in the mule carrying a load of concrete blocks,
its drooping tongue covered in flies;
in the darkness forever fighting for its share of light
in railway tracks suppressing their fire in their stillness
in broken glass embedded in a wall
in the shadows of trees
in the curve of a hill
in a dried-up lake.
In every place of discomfort, disturbance, provocation
in pools of stagnant water
in dark razor-edged rocks
in deserted roads
in jarring sounds
in sights that fade before they are seen properly
in feelings that are aborted before they are felt fully
in incompleteness, imperfection, inconclusiveness
is the birthplace of your presence.
(From dark light – the spirit’s secret.)
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