“A Border Prayer” (as I leave Bulgaria to Romania)

O source of pure sweetness and light
Today I will cross a border
In your borrowed world, this “One Being”
Where men imagined strength through exclusion
And created this fictional frontier
Supported by walls and guns.

May my crossing pierce this error
And let flow love and honey unbroken
That all people may live in the same house
And eat together as family.


“Honey Man”

Please let my stone heart
Upon which your honey has dropped
and rolled away
Become soft, yeilding, absorbant like
The dead body of the sea sponge after
Boiling and de-spineing.
That I may soak in your
Sweetness like Turkish baklava
And wash my house with honey
For your arrival.