‘til every morsel. . .

You cannot
be afraid of this.

Let go.
Let go.
Let go.

‘til every morsel
of food in your mouth
cries out in silent prayer. . .

Let go.
Let go.
Let go.

Divinity
is a ray of sunlight
standing in the doorway,
and the shaving mirror
holds the face of God.

Words rise up
like flocks of startled birds,
and pass away
like rabbits through the leaves.

And inside,
Love
and the peaceful
longing for it;
intimate friends,
concealing their faces
beneath identical masks -

while the thief
crouches silently
in the shadows on the porch,
eyes narrowed;
lips giving rise
to silent prayer.

Let go.
Let go.
Let go. . .