a dire season
[my farewell for Joe and Reed
and prayer for peace for
Ashley and those near her]
‘Celeste’
the rain reminds me of death
celeste
she who weeps without sorrow
who waters the earth with her tears
death, the dance of spirit –
each recreates his own inner world
where nothing was
he builds his city of crystal
his temple of light – Jerusalem
stone by stone
mountain by mountain
the jeweled floor of heaven reappears
in this pristine emptiness
– Jeremy







Love this Poem! Om Om Om
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