Offering a Flower

  • onJanuary 5, 2017
  • Vol.34 Winter 2016
  • byShin Dalja

Do you love me?
With those words
I go clambering up the dizzying cliff.
The higher I climb
the higher the dim cliff rises and above it
the flower
where your answer blooms in secret
and on finding that ecstasy
I must give my life,
the lofty sanctuary
of hands touching,
while I only strive to approach
a sparkling concentration of
Freed, freed of the body,
rising as a whirlwind,
that dark moment
when even heaven closes its eyes, giddy,
as by the meeting of eyes
surviving deepest blue
I pluck and offer that flower.