Saturday, June 25, 2011

baby raccoon

this little guy was sleeping on top of my shed--in NYC!...

words to a Sufi song

hold me
in the heat of your hand
until I ripen

hold me always
while your time that is not time
pulls fragrance through my skin

hold me, tenderly
as my sweet flesh splits
and my restless seeds
loosen and fall

hold me as they scatter
slipping like stars
between your fingers

hold me
while my dry body
folds into itself, slowly, softly

hold me, still
until I am nothing
and the night shines through me

hold me then
ride me on your arm
like a crescent moon

This is to put my own words to a beautiful song on a CD of Sufi music that has haunted me--since I can't understand the original language...