touch

Your breath slides silent * across this warm face at night * winter, my cold love

it's hard

It's hard feeling stuck, nowhere to turn, to reach out to. Cold frozen stone, unable to be shifted...then it thawed. When will it thaw for me?

Sometimes it seems the walls are almost touching my eyelashes, but beyond is vast and barren.

a web

The entire chain is one. Down to the last link, everything is linked to everything else; so divine essence is below as well as above, in heaven and on earth. There is nothing else.

Book of the Pomegranate: Moses de Leon's Sefer Ha-Rimmon

a rose and the universe

for _l