Meant for you

You are unsure?

We have to say some thing, why not this?
You are going to ask,
no matter what.
("Who is listening?"
"Who showed you way?"
All those difficult inquiries.)

The question and answer are planted
in different lifetimes. Stop.

Among the dying, between the living,
words obscure every detail.
I can’t stand the impotence of opinion anymore.
I want to taste things,
starting with you.

Ancestral teachers are based on
steadiness. Love is based
on the absence of your hand.
Miracles are pastimes
for people who have not kissed you.

The wind changes.
It takes too long to tell the whole story.
I’ve never tried to explain this,
even to myself.

Comments

[lekshe]

ntexas, if we rely on words (and we do, or else, but let us not be prisioners to the relianace) to say what we mean, we miss the other channel(s), perhaps the ad-free station where the signal is most clear.

welcome back nthanks.

[ntexas99]

I'll try again, but still grossly inadequate.

you speak fluently in all the languages of the world, and I try to respond while knowing only two syllables, thus ensuring an inadequate response ... your words are the gateway to the real treasures hidden behind their vast ideas fraught with all the interpretations that can be conceived

I like what you write (shrugs shoulders in despair)

[ntexas99]

"words obscure every detail"

what dale said. exactly. many times.

[lekshe]

well miss (mr?) elck.. if life has favored you with love, brazen on otherwise, you should feel lucky, indeed. welcome to this place, loved or loveless.

[lekshe]

So, D..they were wrong. *fourth* time's a charm.

[dale]

I have so often the experience here, of opening a comment box because what I've read is so overwhelming that I just have to say something -- but anything I would say is so obviously inadequate, that after a few moments I just close the box again. This is, what, my fourth time opening a box. So this time I'm going ahead and sticking some words in, with the understanding that they can't possibly say how amazing I think this is, or how moved I am by it.

[elck]

This is as right as rain.
May life always (!) favor us with this kind of brazen love.