The body has a wish
the mind may or may not have
young in an idea
old in its absence,
I can't remember why
it matters but
it does.
The body has a song
it loves to sing.
I forget the words
empty syllables remain
even those
are
faint.
Uncharitable
self-seeking
brings momentary
relief.
We draw the line at actual
generosity
when it comes to the body
of love.
(o)
Posted by: dale | Mar 11, 2008 at 05:56 AM