Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—
Time holds everything in its ghostly hands, like someone touching the hot wine glasses on a merchant’s table.
Imagine being so in love
The mistakes you make
Keep you on the ground
Imperfect and happy
Granny Woman dances
under breeze-shivering branches,
her skirts a waltz of wings,
mouth full of stories.
She has emptied her house of men.
At the top of the mountain, I spread my outer robe on a rock to dry, set down my staff and bowl, took a deep breath, and looked around.
Still, we wait for sounds of plumage
in this world even angels shun.
Elizabeth Lev’s experience studying and teaching art has led her to believe that when we encounter something beautiful, we are made vulnerable and opened to the truth.