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Wednesday, April 2nd, 2008

By Roy Dean Doughty
Written by 3/29/08
(for Sage)

Whoever speaks of the last days, has not seen
This fir tree stretching seventy feet into
The season’s final storm clouds, its fingers
Touching the vigor of the sun, which muscles
Its light into all the green of earth,
And makes morning from the surplus
Of it power. Yes, this animal is going
To die today, his vigor gone, his body
Already a ghost in its cage of bones.
So this or that experience disperses. Because
What can only be held together by the muscles
Of incarnation lasts only a while,
A few thousand mornings, a sequence
That means so little to what was and is,
And which, unlike the body, is not endurance,
Nor accumulation, but vigor. This freshness
Holds all things, like the air holds cries,
Or the heart blood, or the blood love. The strong
Light of these mesmerizing gold/green eyes
Can never fade, because it was always more
Than membranes and aqueous humor.
It was and is the sun. The tree stretches further
Into the gold/green day, and the animal dies
Into morning. On this first day, the ground
Is certainly wet, but not with tears.

Spiritual Understanding

Wednesday, April 2nd, 2008