Friday, April 17, 2015

11 toward the Omer

What is done? Done is knowing that there is stillness there,
a bit of universe finally in final form, at least until
a time of undone, which itself can be done or undone

What is doing? Doing is knowing that there is movement here,
it's not the thing but the act that has some composure,
some rest, some stillness, like settling into tracing the same line

over and over again, like combing her hair with my fingers

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