ah, the hidden sweetness

we find when the belly is empty!

we are no more or less than

string instruments: if

the sound box is full of something,

no music: obviously.


so: if the brain and the belly

are burned clean with fasting,

every moment a new song

comes out of the fire:

the fog goes away

a new energy

makes you run up the steps

in front of you.


be empty: make music

like a reed pipe;

write love’s secrets

with a reed pen.



Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *