I don\u2019t want to pick things apart.
\nGive me everything whole.
\nGive me a smile for what it\u2019s worth,
\npure honey in my heart.
\nI don\u2019t need a motive,
\na prism to separate its colors.
\nI want only its sweetness,
\nits lovely, unfiltered devotion.
\nLet things remain within their jars,
\ntheir boxes,
\ntheir flashes of lightning.<\/p>\n
A letter telling me of a friend\u2019s travel, the
\nprice of vegetables,
\nof rooms,
\nthe length of streets,
\nthe faces of people
\nlooking constantly on their mountains.
\nIf it\u2019s a card let it ring true.
\nI do not need his confessions,
\nhow the landscape falls apart,
\nhow thirsty the dry air makes him.
\nI want only to hear how his heart opened
\nas wide as a lily,
\nreceived the rain,
\nhow good his rest is,
\nsleeping in a new bed.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t need to know where things come from,
\nor how they once appeared,
\nor why they exist.
\nMy garden planted itself for all I care,
\nand day hangs with its ribbons,
\nits sounds like a festival,
\na walk in the sun,
\na fresh apple.
\nIt comes by itself,
\nwith clothes and music,
\nand fresh mint,
\nand poems,
\nscattered in notes about the floor.<\/p>\n
Why it\u2019s here,
\nwhy I\u2019m so devoted,
\nwhy night refused to stay,
\nis no concern to me.
\nI don\u2019t need to know.
\nI don\u2019t want to know.
\nI only want to have my coffee,
\nsee a woman,
\nmy woman smile,
\nlet light shine through me,
\nand be what I am,
\na wind chime,
\nstriking the air without a sound.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I don\u2019t want to pick things apart. Give me everything whole. Give me a smile for what it\u2019s worth, pure honey in my heart. I…<\/p>\n