Dearest, I’ll seek the secret to liberation,
as soon as this bed lets go of me.
In a dream, I waited in line
for communion at Christmastime.
When I reached the beaming priest,
he held no white wafer,
& never said “The body of Christ.”
Instead, he gestured broadly around us,
& firmly, warmly whispered
“The body of Light.
This is the body of Light.”
The longest journey begins
at the base of the spine,
& ends at the crown of the head ~
seventh heaven, God-intoxication.
Our words lose their bodies
in this ocean of breath.
Sun & moon share
one soul between them,
& you & I
are cut from the same cloth.
The coffee you often
let sit in your cup,
which you probably left for the angels,
I privately pour into my form
to mesh with your silky spirit.
Dear one, you alone know
I am hungry for nothingness,
how my inner voice chants
“let go of everything,
let go of everything!”
Heavy worries, work, mask.
You sent me a twilight reminder,
writing “Let go everything!”
I love how you left out the ‘of.’
“Let go everything!”
Nothing holds us at all.
Neither breath nor false concepts
nor webs of eloquent words.
The Author
David Leo Sirois is a Canadian-American poet who wrote & performed in Paris for 7 years. His work has been published in 4 countries (USA, France, England, & the Czech Republic) in several languages. Poems have appeared in journals such as The Poetry Village, The Sunday Tribune Online, The Opiate, Silo, Those That This, THE BASTILLE, Belleville Park Pages, Paris Lit Up, & Terre à Ciel (which also published his translations from the French of Paul Valéry & others). Altogether, he has published 82 pieces, including his work in The Keystone Anthology (Guildford, England), & the anthologies Vignettes & Postcards from Paris, & Becoming Fire: Spiritual Writing from Rising Generations (Boston). He is currently submitting two manuscripts for publication.
David Leo Sirois
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