Friday, March 11, 2011


 susan ambrosino

Start with less
then add less and less
each day
until you have even less,
living in the town next to nowhere,
someone who knows no one,
with more of that strange invention of god,
called Time.
Look around
and look and look.
See how everything fits together nicely
in a neat package,
The sky meets the horizon.
The trees touch the sky.
The trees root in the earth.
All living beings wrap themselves around
everything else
and live touching, touching, touching
each other
and it all breathes in and out
in and out
in and out together.
Wind blows east.
Wind blows west.
The sun comes up.
The moon goes down.
The earth tilts one way as it

spins in a floating flash of fiery
every warmth provided.
God is a very small thing
that you will notice
when you are alone and silent,
when you are nobody in particular,
a clean slate rising each day
leaving the body behind.
Only by balancing can we move.
Only by moving can we balance.
Don't believe what you don't believe
even though everyone else believes it.

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