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tangled web


Thirst is angry with water. Hunger bitter

with bread.The cave wants nothing to do

with the sun. This is dumb, the self-
defeating way we’ve been. A gold mine

is calling us into its temple. Instead,
we bend and keep picking up rocks

from the ground. Every thing has a shine like gold,
but we should turn to the source!

The origin is what we truly are. I add a little
vinegar to the honey I give. The bite of scolding

makes ecstasy more familiar. But
look, fish, you’re already in the ocean:

just swimming there makes you friends
with glory. What are these grudges about?

You are Benjamin. Joseph has put a gold cup
in your grain sack and accused you of being

a thief. Now he draws you aside and says,
“You are my brother. I am a prayer. You’re

the amen.” We move in eternal regions, yet
worry about property here. This is the prayer

of each: You are the source of my life.
You separate essence from mud. You honor

my soul. You bring rivers from the
mountain springs. You brighten my eyes.

The wine you offer takes me out of myself
into the self we share. Doing that is religion.