Design

the four-fingered sun   
that parts her endless sky
is never in his sight

and  yet
it will appear

in the background
of his water’s fall
in the foreground
of his mountains’ rising

just as her words
are his
and his
are hers

beyond sight
beyond touch
beyond form and frame and role and function

they somehow
                       step
into the breathless
                                   deathless
                                                     timeless
light

of being


© s rogers 30 august 2009

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