The tines and tongs of
Ferocious compassion
Are washed
In blessings of light
Implied
Infusions of what is not
Flow over the difficult moments
Of default polarity
Of what we see
The ideal
That is real
And the practical
Unsatisfactory
Vie as the circle throws off the flame
Of their friction
With utter calm
In some harmless spiral of bliss
So the divine words
Shimmer in the waters
Of the cast iron pot
As it's stirred
Endlessly dissolving
Relentless
Revelation
Fritters crackling like the rain
