Maybe I don’t have to leave
this brilliant resting place.
I’ve been loaded down with too much weight.
...
old disciples wait for their inheritance
they hear the church bells pealing
in another country
...
Brilliant Place
Maybe I don’t have to leave
this brilliant resting place.
I’ve been loaded down with too much weight.
‘Be somebody! ’ my dad said.
‘Get ahead and stay ahead! ’
I was carrying his father’s hopes as well.
I got a head; a very, very heavy one.
Maybe I don’t have to write a book, or stifle irritation, or fit into the empty slot
because,
this empty slot,
this brilliant resting place
from where all things arise,
is
who I am.