O love, O pure deep love, be here, be now
Be all; worlds dissolve into your stainless endless radiance,
Frail living leaves burn with you brighter than cold stars;
Make me your servant, your breath, your core.
When I asked to be love’s servant,
I was sent a spool and asked to coil the length
of the November’s wind. I was sent a net and told
to gather all the midday blue. I was asked to sieve
the moon’s reflection from the pond and then
to count the breaths between the dawn and
evening’s dim. Build a fire from stone. Put it out
with bare hand. Build a bridge with my spine.
Make a soup of tears. I did it. Did it laughing. Obeyed
every wish. Sit with silence, said love.
Sit with fear. Sit alone.
No work harder than nothing,
nothing to be done.