One

If only I were the grass you walked through
Then you would touch me
If only I were the wind that played with your hair
Then you would hear me

If only I were the wine in your glass
Then you would taste me
If only I were the book you would read
Then you would see me

If only I were the song on your lips
Then you would know my name
If only I were the flame to your candle
Then you would behold me

If only I were the laughter to your koan
Then we would be one

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7 Replies to “One”

  1. Heart-breaking… and beautiful… and perhaps, somewhere sometime, we are grass, and wind, and moon in the river… painting gently, love songs on the face of a patient sky.

    I pray you are happy and safe in a fragrant garden. I pray the universe is kind to you today, and forever.

  2. A visually stunning poem.

    “If only I were the flame to your candle
    Then you would behold me”

    …the gloom of darkness would make way
    for the dancing light of synergy

  3. It started as a koan: the candle and the flame…who beholds who? it’s been gnawing at the centre of me since the guitar piece I wrote. It dissolved in laughter, light and love when the moth came in …

  4. Thanks Rebecca, it’s longing that keeps the poem open for the heart. It’s also a craving… I crave the poem with a sweet tooth, but it doesn’t always have to be the richest cake. Sometimes cookies and a glass of milk will do :)

  5. I see the WE we are in the fields, rivers and stars. And it’s there in the poems and conversations we have. Sometimes I see it in the blinking moment of peacefulness, and so it makes me happy that I see it with you.

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