It is the beauty of just sitting
that the great sorrow, the great failure
that breaks and illuminates our lives,
stretches before us like a lover waiting to be
made love to, or like one of the great cats,
whose purr sounds like a rumble from the heart
of the world and says, “Dance with us.”
And the great failure burns with the fire of
ecstatic being, and the rains come
from over the mesa, across infinite space.