Sunday, March 20, 2016

at the very beginning of time...


I was there,
at the very beginning of time:


When the red earth,
it cracked & chipped;


When the universal curtain
ripped;


And when the wings
of all the birds
were clipped.


But now,
all I remember:


Is that my worldly possessions
(by sea)
were shipped;


And a day

in May

when your poker-face,
it (finally)...


Slipped.


(c) Brent Harpur, 2016.

“Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.” (Rumi)