Sunday, October 26, 2014

Al-Ahad: Heart within Unknowable Mystery

You hold this,
closer than any breathed secret
looping the passageways of your ear;
tighter than some part of your heart,
barred and barricaded because of some past
hurt or indiscretion or fear.
You have not,
opened this door,
but sometimes, you put your hand against it
and your own name vibrates back to you,
through your palm—
it will take you centuries to feel all the vowels
and consonants there.
When all the shuddering of time ends,
the letters will fold into
a number like one
and even it will cease
and in that zero state,
secrets and doors and names
will only be a glance
that travels on


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