by Colin Oliver

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Being air and formless
but for hands scattering
breadcrumbs, and these sparrows
on the path, I wonder:
who gives here, who receives?

Where the road deepens
I lean on the bank
and watch geese flying over.
In this same air
my thoughts pass,
inside and out become one.

Distress, for this heart,
is in my being set apart
in bones and flesh:
its release in my being
everyone's eye, and seeing
not one thing outside.

-- from Stepping Into Brilliant Air, by Colin Oliver

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The Longing in Between: Sacred Poetry from Around the World (A Poetry Chaikhana Anthology) Stepping Into Brilliant Air Nothing But This Moment