Time

Some poems kindle
Just inside of a dream
Or just outside of wakefulness
When language dances freely.
Whirling, whirling, whirling
A Sufi’s semazen.
Turning, turning, turning
A koan in zazen.
Time sits down to witness.
And I catch a glimpse of it:
Dancing in the bonfire light,
The face of Time in a moment.

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