Sunday, September 29, 2019

Not Even Not Zen 179: Truth Magic

Truth Magic

She turned over on the pillow and said,
"It's bad karma how we met.  All the
feelings of anger from others ...
aren't you afraid?"

"No.  It's good magic how we met."
He didn't even look up from his book.
"That was long ago, you unknowing,
in the hall between classrooms,
your smile innocent,
bright with joys of life."

She said, "You know what I mean.
We kissed and the world hated us
and everything fell apart."

"I know something stronger than karma."
He took off his glasses.
"I know the strength of doing right,
of caring, of love.  I know we tried
to keep everyone from harm.
That's what protects us."

She stares at him glancing at
the pages in his book.
He looks up.

"We've lit fires in the rain,
kept each other warm in the stream,
kissed each other awake,
sung songs in the darkness,
and loved each other out of sickness.
Love protects us."

“There are a lot of powers in the world
that some people call magic.”
At last, he closed his book and rose.
"But all we have to worry about
is the divine spirit between us."

-- for Diane, 1994

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