The Seeing
by Tim Kavi
in gentleness of whispers
in shouts of revelation
the visiting goddess
brought herself
to the valleys of purpose
in the night
there is always
cosmic light
behind the doors
marked daring
there was certainly
a blind devotee
staring
and in the songs
a fruit of devotion
was doting
and caring
such things as this
were wondering
wooing
and moving
until he saw her
again
she was there
for the revealing
of all that was needed
your love
completes me
he said
your songs
greet me
she said
and that was
the end of night.
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