Eden Dreaming

Here is the face of the tiger,
the agile body turning
away from fading light.

Cool golden eyes
stare dispassionately
into the heart of my fear.

A bridge appears.  I cannot cross it.
The moat is full of danger, full
of something I cannot name.

A thrush sings in the twilight.
I know, for a moment,
the fullness, the ripeness,
the weight on the bough,
of the fruit that cannot be eaten.

Now - there is no body to fear.
The face of the tiger, my face, are one.

We gaze at the fruit which has fallen.

From the book Essential Radiance:
Poetry by Renée Hummel

© 2001, 2013 Dyan Renée Hummel

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