Sometimes the center of the hand
burns, suddenly
a field for the heat. I find it.
Realize my life. If I am
the body, its feelings, not the thoughts about the body
and its feelings, there is also the feeling that comes
not after but in search of, that leads me toward. Is that also
my life before I move into it? If in the middle
of a storm I throw open hands and find an absence
of storm, am I present in the world? If I step back to search
for an expression of the world, and what I find instead is
a burning field in my hand, what do I express?
The quiet room either asks or marries my asking.
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