This is now. Now is. Don't
postpone till then. Spend
the spark of iron on stone.
Sit at the head of the table;
dip your spoon in the bowl.
Seat yourself next your joy
and have your awakened soul
pour wine. Branches in the
spring wind, easy dance of
jasmine and cypress. Cloth
for green robes has been cut
from pure absence. You're
the tailor, settled among his
shop goods, quietly sewing.
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 4:22 PM UTC
This is now. Now is. Don't
postpone till then. Spend
the spark of iron on stone.
Sit at the head of the table;
dip your spoon in the bowl.
Seat yourself next your joy
and have your awakened soul
pour wine. Branches in the
spring wind, easy dance of
jasmine and cypress. Cloth
for green robes has been cut
from pure absence. You're
the tailor, settled among his
shop goods, quietly sewing.
