Dukkha-Torah The unbidden tears Wavering in the heart Human life conducted in the dark The hidden fears…
My thoughts are drifting, soporific.
I wander far from this meagre time and place.
Back to the ashes and the dust of what I remember
A besmirched, a frightened, human face.
Those rich metaphors drawn from the sky and sea
Rich funereal language, baptism and burial and birth,
Blossom and harvest, wise ones, witan’s children.