Touch


There is a temple inside emptiness,
a space within space where
darkness hides its secret wealth
of brilliant light.

That is where the world comes from,
and many other things
too beautiful for the world
until we imagine them
in ourselves.

I know, I know,
there is only One,
but God loves reflection.

What's inside within-ness
mirrors itself
through countless faces,
all singing the name
of a hidden splendor.


You must be very quiet
to hear that conversation
in your heart.


We first met
in the Unborn.

We touched, and I think

the green earth tumbled
from our burning fingers.