...But if a mirror ever makes
you should know
that it does
Kabir was an Indian mystic poet and saint who lived circa 1440–1518.
I have been thinking ...
I have been thinking of the difference between water
and the waves on it. Rising,
water's still water, falling back,
it is water, will you give me a hint
how to tell them apart?
Because someone has made up the word
"wave," do I have to distinguish it from water?
There is a Secret One inside us;
the planets in all the galaxies
pass through his hands like beads.
Keri is the Poetry Friday round-up host this week.
Next week, I will be inviting participation in my Directory of Imaginary Poems!