It is a wonder that the glaciers move,
\nthe stars melt,
\nthat we go on falling
\nlike a river,
\nlike tears,
\nlike rain,
\nlike comets,
\nlike the sun into the ink of night.<\/p>\n
Everything falling into the crevasse
\nof its own being,
\ninto its own horizon,
\nwords ending without pause,
\nwithout commas.
\nFire falling into ash,
\nthe moon disappearing into itself.
\nIt is a wonder how high the ledge
\nof notes come from the deep rumbling
\nof our hearts.
\nThe volcano of mountains
\nthat rise inside us,
\nall going to the shore of the last moment,
\nthe last embrace,
\nthe last kiss.<\/p>\n
Or is it that falling,
\nthe leaf coming from its summer song,
\nthe flake of snow
\nfrom the expanse of the storm,
\nare seeds of new ascendings.
\nHow does a prayer begin,
\nbut hands raise up,
\nthe heart opening.
\nHow does a glacier move
\nbut from its flurries,
\nthe storms with lightning soaring.
\nWhether things fly or fall
\nwe are where the wave comes calling,
\nwhere our souls already roam.
\nAnd truth is the joy of continuous loving,
\nopening the eyes and singing
\nwith voices forever young.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It is a wonder that the glaciers move, the stars melt, that we go on falling like a river, like tears, like rain, like comets,…<\/p>\n