I live with a wild god <br />Of no face <br />Of no voice <br />Of no intent <br />Of no liturgy <br />Of no hate <br />Of no love <br />Of winds <br />Of smells <br />Of the earth <br />Of the black of space <br />Of burning sun <br />Of Snow <br />Of blooms in the snow <br />Of coal black eyes <br />Of impossibly tangled hair <br />Of warm rain slow and wet <br />Of leaves that crackle in dry death <br />Of cicadas that electrify the air <br />Of the blue that explodes onto mountains <br />Of impermanence <br />Of eternity and infinite <br />Now<br /><br />Guillermo Veloso<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-wild-god-blooms/
