"Story Lady"

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Another Awesome Gift from Our Friend, Stone Goodman

Small alef; poetry 1

He came into the cloud
went up the mountain
he was up on the mountain
forty days and forty nights.
He ascended
wearing the garment of colors
draped over his shoulders by the rainbow,
like a cloak –
he saw what he saw
he enjoyed it
All of it
up to that place.
What place.
Where language meets its
limit
beyond which the most that can be said
about something
is nothing.
jsg, usa
Small alef; poetry
Maqam Saba

2 comments:

Buttercup said...

Thanks for sharing!

Maggid said...

Thank YOU for visiting . . .
(and for all you hare with us.)
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