I’m Listening
I’m listening yet I don’t know
If what I hear is silence
Or god

I’m listening but I can’t tell
If I hear the plain of emptiness echoing
Or a keen consciousness that
At the bounds of the universe
Deciphers and watches me

I only know I walk like someone
Beheld beloved and known
And because of this I put into my every movement
Solemnity and risk
Part VI From Gypsy Christ
Night widens its moonlight angles
And on all walls I look for you

Night raises its blue corners
And in all corners I look for you

Night opens its lonely squares
And in every loneliness I look for you

Along the river night sets fires
Red green and blue

I look for you.