Friday, May 29, 2009

My Uncle's Library

My Uncle's Library

Yesterday, I worshipped a book.
Kneeling with weak knees, my eyes interpreted
unread words, speaking as the weight
in my hands. How can I
not open the one who told me to read again and again?
After one sentence, I knew what to say.
In the crevice, I carefully slid it back,
still kneeling, knowing I would be here, again.

2 comments:

Om Mani Padme Hum said...

I love it!

"Kneeling with weak knees, my eyes interpreted unread words, speaking as the weight in my hands."

The way you use weight tells how profound a single sentence can be. I love it. It also gives the intimacy of reading, the words and the spaces between the lines - the energy that carries the words (so to speak...) : )

I have been playing more tabla & I can't wait to see you! I hope you are doing well.

much Love,
Jake

Om Mani Padme Hum said...

Nick,
I will be working full time over the summer to help pay for college next year. I may have the opportunity to visit towards the end of summer (late August).

We shall see what unfolds for us... Who knows when I may show up at your doorstep...

much Love
jakey