face

what would i be
without the thought
"i need a body"?

holiness
simply rests

in the mind

knowing rests

it has seen to the end and back

it just is

like daybreak
no chance (even in hell)
you can stop it

nor the earth from spinning
nor the beautiful sparkle in your eyes

isn't it amazing
you came with a face?!

what a landscape!

have you ever really taken a trip there,
explored
every cranny
every mode of expression?

the ride of an eyebrow?
so many subtleties,
endless combinations
with jaw
and flushing of cheeks

oh my my my

what else in the world can do such things?!

ok,
yes,
another door flies open!

for surely a carpet,
too,
has so many lights
in which to be seen

the key
is getting really
 really close

of course you  must
get down on your knees
or belly,
even better,

to see
the intricasies,
the wonders,
of creation
in a rug

right under your nose!
and you've never even
noticed
the twill
the twirl
the tworling
strands of color
interweavings,
no separate function
of even the tiniest of thread

all for the whole

every eyelash
every freckle
every pimple

"skinning my knees on God" (Hafiz)

my face
touching
the face of the Invisible

transparent mask

the heat within
unmasked
at last

fiery cheeks
glowing embers
of the Divine

amazing face
amazing grace