Somewhere a dog howling.

A dog somewhere

is howling at the

siren of the night,

as I have howled

with the desperate

separation from

your sanguine power,

dear one,

please remember

that I have longed for

you, and bless me

with the awareness of your

constant nearness.

No Divisions

There are

no divisions

between us

in this food we

serve, no divisions

in the service we provide,

no self in

the timeless,

motionless

and still highest power

we serve, only imaginings

and far off times,

slipping like

a cliffs under a

strong currents on

a river bank,

slipping into the now here.