Bibi Hayati

Before there was a trace of this world of men,

I carried the memory of a lock of your hair,

A stray end gathered within me, though unknown.

Inside that invisible realm,

Your face like the sun longed to be seen,

Until each separate object was finally flung into light.

From the moment of Time's first-drawn breath,

Love resides in us,

A treasure locked into the heart's hidden vault;

Before the first seed broke open the rose bed of Being,

An inner lark soared through your meadows,

Heading toward Home.

What can I do but thank you, one hundred times?

Your face illumines the shrine of Hayati's eyes,

Constantly present and lovely.

mari

i am a breath at
her door-

stars overhead
whispering,

“two remade
one”

illuminated

the towhee's
red eyes flash
in passing car lights.

from oak leaves,
from river sound
and from within-

some spark shines.

gunshots echoing,
wine's intoxication,
soap in hair.

every where,
she abides.

crows

monkey wonders about