Like the untouchability of every smooth skin,
The hair concealed underneath a veil,
The face behind a book,
The never tasted taste of the forbidden fruit,
And for the ever repeating mistake of the heart:

My pregnant memory of you.

An unspeakable thought,
Burning my lips.

Sometimes I think,

Sometimes I am,

Sometimes I do both.

My Hands

I know,

As my hands hear
You thinking,
When I caress you.

I love you

In beyond the outline of your body, I love you

In beyond the outline of my body, I love you

In beyond the outline of our bodies, I love you

I love you for the one body that we are.

The Land

In a dance with the land
Where the body becomes the land,
and the land becomes the body,
No longer is the purpose the reaching-the-end.
There is, no purpose,
Only the desire
to Experience,
to Transform with,
to Become.

Body-Mind

I am not One,
Nor am I Two,
I simply, Am.

Body

I don’t have a Body,
I am a Body.

Silence

In this crowded noise,

I long for silence,

A silence louder than any other voice.

Being There

If only I could always be, where I am.

Home

I am foreigner wherever I settle.
The Road is my Home.