A Word Is A Wave

A word is a wave

on the ocean of silence.

A kind word, a praise word,

or a word of thanksgiving

sinks into the heart

and touches bottom, mingling
with beginningless murmurs

that we've heard before

in Mother's belly

or lying on a beach at night

listening to stars...

Yet even this faint sigh
dissolves into a glow of golden darkness,

a motionless tide of fire whose

flames flicker inward, every cell 

inundated with the ineffable 

radiance of your body.

Do you need a boat, 

a secret mantra to carry you 

beyond the doubt and din

of this world?

No, friend, you just need

to sing the Beloved's name

with a little more abandonment,

the way a drunken poppy sings,

fiercely blossoming

all Winter in its seed.