Adjustment

Adjustment
 
If I don’t tell you
everything,
            if I don’t speak…
 
All morning I wander
streets and paths,
duck under bridges,
            watch for signs.
 
All afternoon
I page through
the old books,
            read and listen.
 
Never was
Always was
Move   Hold still
            Being   Nothingness
 
Love is the fulcrum.
I don’t lust for result.
Just sift, shift,
            weigh.
 
No other words.
You’ll know it
when you feel it.
            I will say that.
 
 
S. Robbins, from Readings

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