This dry stone wall is made of many oddly shaped rocks balanced one upon another. David’s life is made of many oddly fashioned thoughts, words and deeds piled one upon another. Death is the coping stone that holds it all together.
Mouth falls open caught unawares as stars fall bouncing off the mountains, a hail of blessings too much for my small heart, but through the branches of the thick forest where I carry out my sheltered labour I can bear to raise an eye to briefly catch a glimpse of angels.
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Beautiful expression of longing and refuge.
Inspired me to do an Afrikaans translation:
Soos 'n boom uitreik na die heelal
so soek my hart die Huis.
Nou is die nie meer lank nie.
Ongeduldige verlange dra my tuis.
Nie meer lank nie ... dan is ek by die Huis.
David Brazier said:
NOTHING IS MISSING
Singing as I work
I can’t help remarking
Life with Amida
is ceaselessly joyful.
What is this springing
exploding within me
lifting my voice up
over the meadow?
What liberation!
What crazy wisdom!
When I am nothing
nothing is missing
Very moving
Namo Amida Bu
David Brazier said:
As a tree
hankers for the sky
my heart
hankers for home.
It won’t be long now
before my impatient longing
takes me back.
Not so long now
before I see
your face again.
The lotus higher than the mountain
sheds petals
innumerable as moonbeam,
one for each vow,
one for each bow,
one for you now,
and now and now
and so
for ever.
This dry stone wall
is made of many oddly shaped rocks
balanced one upon another.
David’s life
is made of many oddly fashioned
thoughts, words and deeds
piled one upon another.
Death is the coping stone
that holds it all together.
Mouth falls open
caught unawares
as stars fall
bouncing off the mountains,
a hail of blessings
too much for my small heart,
but through the branches of the thick forest
where I carry out my sheltered labour
I can bear to raise an eye
to briefly catch
a glimpse of angels.