Kenneth Fields

Loop

It is an old design.
Entering into itself
The self is lost:
The same each time,
Emptiness turning in a single line.


Imperative

Quiet and darkness. Let it all rush in!
There is a hush beyond the edge of things
That you may catch by letting go. Leave off
Following the old sun for a little while.
Within, there is another; to the source
A quiet brother, humming as you hum.
It was for this that you found what you found,
Sun of the belly, perfect, webbed, and round.

8 comments:

ld said...

You know what is as fantastic as loops? Labyrinths!

eeyore said...

yes! but no clowns inside.

ld said...

labyrinths with clowns? what kind of labyrinths are you talking about? that sounds frightening!

a basset labyrinth would be much better.

eeyore said...

yay, bassetlabyrinth! yes frightening, clowns bad, bassets good. what a good idea, ld, i think that's what i'd add to islamorada, the basset labyrinth. made of lovey hedges of lilac, with oleander for the clowns.

annabella said...

lilac and peonies with candied smudgewoozles? I need some of those. bassets and shibas and of course scout.

eeyore said...

scout clown hunter!

annabella said...

Scout is afraid of clowns. She is afraid of most things.

eeyore said...

we're afraid of clowns, too.