Inside–Outside

The outside of the house is gone, But the inside remains. Tsunami water everywhere, And I look over the wall that keeps us safe.

Picked to read the long books, And grow into something new, Everyone has their own room, Separated by walls of linen.

Music notes have entered my dreams, Like Spanish and Portuguese — A new branch of knowing, The invisible conceived.

Written onto paper, The invisible becomes flesh. Silence descends into music, Descends into notation, So I can gain a grasp.

Markings written with compass blood, To make compass bones. What’s sought appears in magic swirl, Direction makes itself known.

My saddest laments of love lost, A threshold of the soul. Outer dreams in chrysalis, Birth inner dreams return.

Give us this day our daily bread, So we may find heaven on earth. And let our sins all be cast away, So we to our play and wonderment Can finally return.