Harrison Rappaport - the Lust of Leaves for Sunlight

​At times,
I am no more.

then,
drunk with presence --

no Path
except right here,
right now.

no Prize
but the gentle unfolding
of this moment.

no Person,
only bright expanse
shimmering,
awake.

the same holy Life
in my eyes,
 in the old oak,

in the creeping philodendrons
emerald, burgeoning --
​
the blissful lust of leaves
for sunlight.

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