Trilling Water


Knowing nothing

of the comings and goings

the doors and points of departure

knowing nothing of You except

what You willed we would recite

knowing only about myself

what You have revealed about myself

only knowing what my eyes see

and not what the heart traverses

separation is torture

and in these things lie only

travels by night

and patience

for the moment of death

a true birth with You

in that quiet home

of trilling water