the golden flow of time

to descend, in a
gentle way through
the bright chambers of
sweet calm beautiful
light, all the way down
to the inner glowing
sun, the soul in which
the heart rests
i am doing each thing
because i must,
and because i am trying
endlessly to learn something
and avoiding something,
and learning to be close
to what i am avoiding
while keeping it by me in
a strange ancient rhythm
a movement of the feet
and arms, all so hesitant
and wordless at first
and then breaking open like
a birds egg, all over the
two of us, all over the world