light trickles where let
and shade flows
cloud comes where the sun stands
and later in lamplight
everywhere the eye delights
love as through gates gathered
here to be in the garden
ripple of shadow
from a still pool cast
I have coaxed a cloud here
dark moment in the day – that's love too
the red house
has a climate for stars
for stars and for sauntering moonlight
pomegranate overhead and oranges
high vines
art is of no image here
the sierra's end is whittled to this
tears of the desert have conquered so far
we sit on cold stone
a pigeon visits
in the garden
the stairs are water running
it is inscribed on ceilings, walls
each tendril touch a next embrace
everywhere the eye delights
in steam and through lattice
love's countenance
reaching green for a next touch of heaven
a mind here for infinity
that is where love grows
one voice lies under another
love is what's where the sun casts
how the soil says
shade, light etched
each in other
summer behind in the hills
beyond season
art is of no image here
the tiles
carved timber, plaster
nothing but light and lack
each surface is a map
a handmade circuit
each arabesque a journey lost
follow and the eye is mazed
each thought is a garden
and stairs to the night
there need be no way out
all surrender in this place
a bell tolls
in the muezzin's call
so many tears
the ages to come
a clash of swords
surrender here
a language is to air
never gone
these walls were sung into life
among leaves
when leaves have fallen
steady as clouds passing
the sound of water unremarked
night falls to it
black roses for heaven
the nightingale among all fountains
through the gate of pomegranates
in the place of the cistern
under the tower of wine
my love has come with me
and the snow has blossomed beyond
high on the peaks of Sierra Nevada
here most secret of hearts
orange and myrtle, a tangle
of cloud
on earth there is a pool reflecting
azure, rose and sun for yellow
in the court of the lions
gazelles come careless
remember!
damask
time here discomposed
light trickles where let
shade flows
ripples of shadows
cast from a still pool
the elements in heaven's hand
look up
can you pick apart this blue?
here in the garden
I am waiting
we are waiting
we all of us surrender
I have read this five times and each time I am transported further into the place(s).
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