9.30.14
bloodrose woods
elegiac in your beauty
with golden leaves falling
softer than rain
i bring words to your wordlessness
my questioning mind would refuse
your light
but you draw me back in
guiltlessly, unceasing pull
of mindfulness-no-mind :
there is a wheel turning forever
noiseless in the depths of this forest
and i pray to be born to you, over
again and again