320 – Blessing (Blind)

Blessing (Blind)

I speak of thee
with blind tongue
empty echoing head
voice of no knowing
who was and is
and is to come
I hold open empty
hands full of wind
wheat chaff dust
I am wholly open to
what is and was
is to come again
when? I speak
of thee I know not
of what I speak
to hear you your wind
in my voice of no knowing
still knowing more
inside my blindness

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