knock on my door
Have you crunched the numbers
combined the chemicals in endless scenarios
searched every corner of the world for something
intact, only to find
Did you look Satao in the eye
before his heart stopped
to see his face butchered?
Do you still believe, after all this,
that there is hope for the flowers,
that love is
That though the known world passes
in famine by fire and flood,
field and forest will seed themselves again?
Do you know because you have seen this happen
a thousand times?
If so, then yes
you know me.
Please come in,
you are welcome here
as you are, beautiful
It is hard to gaze
to see you
so you can see me.
Then, together we shall see
we are welcome here
plain as we are beautiful
Knock On My Door (2014) joins poems written during a month's witness with elephant
and poetry written by invitation for the Monterey Ashtanga Shala.
"Know the self to forget the self." - Please also see Horse Girl