Oh, Anxious One

Oh, anxious one,

Do you not sense me
in the silent, spacious stillness
listening for your footfalls
toward my beckoning hand?

Is not your heart
pillowed on my bosom
like moonlight nuzzled
on new fallen snow?

My Beloved,

I am desires
you are desiring,
wellspring of your passion,
roar of the lion-child
from your mouth.

I am fire
streaming from your lantern
setting aflame muted candles
within shrouded hearts.

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After closing his practice of 35 years in 2011 as a Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist and with the publication of his first collection of poems, “A Heart on Fire, Poems from the Flames,” in 2014, David C. Weiss has been devoted to writing poetry and leading workshops for new poets. He is on the faculty of OLLI College at the University of Southern Maine and a visiting instructor of poetry at Sera Jhy Tibetan Buddhist Monastery in South India. David plays the “shakuhachi,” a Japanese end-blown bamboo flute used by monks of the “Fuke” school of Zen Buddhism in the practice of “suizen” (blowing meditation). He earned his Master of Theology and Ph.D. in Pastoral Psychology degrees from Boston University. You can follow David on his website.

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