Heart Left Open: Collected Poems 2004 -2008

MORNING In my evening I am folding a package of palm leaves so that in your morning you can unfold them and find the sun . MOVING HANDS ABOVE SOMEONE BELOVED It is a craft we learned in that school: moving hands above someone beloved feeling the energy rise from them and (instead of letting it gather, to become either desire or movement) spreading it softly through the body-aura as combing hair spreads the oil of the skin to all of the long strands. Done right it lets the recipient sleep, but sleep refilled, untangled, and wake alive and glad - so they taught us in that school where we learned this craft.