Leonard J. Cirino
The moon rises late, long before I dream.
Wisdom, and the supreme first cause lie hidden
under darkness, the profound cloud goes on.
I close my eyes to see what is beyond mind,
beyond brightness, to the center of the core,
praise the common fire that devours the flames.
Where do I find you? In my spouse, the flower,
mountain buds and salty streams. I hear you
in my heart where the spheres can’t contain you,
approach you and call, breathing without a sound.
Oh strange fragrance, why don’t I find you
when Everything appears right in front of me?