On Having a Body
Fall 1994 Vol. 11 #1
Fall 1994 Vol. 11 #1
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up the hill in the stone building
monks dress in long robes
they don’t know what we are doing
down here where the two streets meet
we don’t know either
such lack of knowledge is one of many bonds
between us
here by the corner room
the tulip tree lays down a pink carpet
of blossoms: Such beauty in death
the boundary between inner and outer disappears
we say things, or don’t say things
what is the difference
we have lifted up a corner of the universe
we’ll sleep, or stay up all night
in the morning the sun will remind us
that our dancing keeps the earth turning
and that the soul of the earth
stands up inside us and speaks the truth
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