VIBRATING OF BUDDING

I love analogies because they are pliable

and they are opening the world with their innocence

 

the most tender thing with analogies is that analogies with God don’t exist

 

I came back from walking

 

I’m tenderly feeling the painful heel

 

I’m tenderly thinking of Judita Salgo

 

my feet and knees are cold

 

body

 

soul

 

spirit

 

fifty six more poems till the end of the book I am You are I

 

they are all written on the table

 

on some places they are worn around the hands

which I’m holding on them while typing on the keyboard

 

I thought of Charles Bukowski’s daughter who bought him first computer

 

one potato. one carrot. one leek

two hundred and fifty grams of mushrooms. oil. bread

 

I am every dot on the ball

 

presenter of words

 

the very word

 

I am word

 

my wordful path

 

sensual word of mine

 

the notion of blessing

 

everything within everything

 

Your hand on my shoulder

 

art lean your face on my chest

 

I’m smiling at how You see me and how I see myself

 

earth and sky

 

I am a poem of all beings

 

when I felt Your painful bitterness I disgusted mine

 

when I saw Your crazy need for affirmation my need disappeared

 

whenever I write ugly things about You that is never about You

 

only nice things are about You

 

a necklace of light is shining around Your neck

 

budding is vibrating through shimmering