Tell me this -- I need to know:At what moment
will this blade become a spire;
this knife-edged curve
a sail to billow
with a sudden gust of spirit?
How can I push the clouds away
so all the colors of the sky
ignite this tempered steel?
What camera shall I buy, what lens,
that could enable me to see
straight through to Resurrection?
Your wounding is your gift, my love:
Allow the blade
to open your heart,
be patient with the clouds,
the reign of tears,
and teach yourself to listen for the wind.
It's not about what looks:
it's how --and Who -- we learn to see.
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