Don’t grieve. anything you lose comes around
in another form.The child weaned from mothers milk
now drinks wine and honey mixed.
God’s joy moves from unmarked box to unmarked box,
from cell to cell. As rainwater, down into flowerbed.
As roses up from ground.
Now it looks like a plat of rice and fish, now a cliff covered with vines,
now a horse being saddled
It hides within these,
till one day it cracks them open.
If the beloved is everywhere
the lover is a veil,
but when living itself becomes the Friend,
Lovers disappear.
This
that we are now
created the human body, cell by cell,
like bees building a honeycomb.
The human body and the universe
grew from this, not this
from the universe and the human body.
Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to.
Don’t try to see through the distances,
That’s not for human beings. Move within,
But don’t move the way fear makes you move,
Walk to the well,
Turn as the earth and moon turn,
Circling what they love,
Whatever comes from the center.
