time to dance
all the hours
of the day
the night
and shake the dust
from my boots
while tomorrow looms
on the horizon
as the birds
of heaven
sing
rebirth
Easter Sunday, 2017
there’s haze
on the islands
beyond my reach
but the sun high
in the sky
warms the world
my third cup
of coffee
laced with Baileys
warms me
and here
in a country
voting on its future
today
I watch the gulls
sail by
and think of loved ones
far away
in miles in time
while waiting
for my phoenix
to rise
heading into Easter morning
listening
to the burn-off
at the factory
its roar
filling the night
the flame
reaching up
to heaven
feel the weight
lifting
from my heart
watch
the ashes
drift on wind
there
let it pass
let it blow
back to where
it came
taste the wine
on my tongue
feel the breeze
on my face
wait for morning
this Easter morning
to come
The soul, like the moon by Lalla (Lalleshwari)
The soul, like the moon,
is new, and always new again.
And I have seen the ocean
continuously creating.
Since I scoured my mind
and my body, I, too, Lalla,
am new, each moment new.
My teacher told me one thing,
Live in the soul.
When that was so,
I began to go naked,
and dance.
translated by Coleman Barks
Leonard Durso 