Saturday, December 23, 2017
Fred LaMotte––poem
Fred LaMotte
Yesterday at 7:34am
Dear friend, why belabor
this petty distinction
between darkness and light?
Find the Beloved
whose joy was yours
before evening or morning
of the first day.
Sun, moon, and pole star
rise and set in her silence.
She is nearer than flesh.
Can you not taste
the whole sky in a breath?
Her sea of emptiness
pulsates with love-pangs,
brilliant moon-threads
of compassion spinning
this entangled earth
out of the space in your heart.
Consider that you,
you also,
could mother creation
just through the work
of being still...
