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journeyman
evelynn sharp
Today, Im the most quiet man
In the world!
Look around me. I have no wife,
Or children here.
I have no blanket, or sheet, or steel,
No, I am a man
With nothing, except what you see
My hands contain.
Allow yourself to stare, I have a knife,
A shoe, a repair to do,
And this work is my life. See? The shoe
an anchor, this knife
A spear I could be waving at you.
But I am a peaceful man,
These are days we must pass through,
I hope that much.
Today, Im the most pathless man
In the age.
But I set aside the discord of this time,
In my mind
I find the golden threads of day,
And make a sail,
Climb the light cloth on my way.
My solitude lifts.
With a belting wind, old words
Rattle on my lips.
Friend, our meeting place is set,
Come near to me.
Today, come and let me breathe
My life into your ear:
Our journey is a sound beneath
The voyage of dawn.
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shoe-man
evelynn sharp
How to start living again?
How to make you leave?
You have taken mountains
And streams and trees.
What must I exchange for water?
My pen, my lace,
my teeth, my coat?
My son?
You take and take so much.
My father is lonely.
My sister is lost.
And the river bed is empty.
The marketplace is torn.
I can give my family nothing
But this worn leather,
Some threads and buttons
From my mothers box.
Look at this worn continent,
I wonder how you can keep on taking
While everywhere the people weep.
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mountain scene
evelynn sharp
Echoes of your mountains
Drift among the pines of my country.
At the earths deeper core,
These landscapes make one root.
We cross over two seasons,
Tonight, no boundaries hurt,
Our souls find a meeting place
In the common ground of home.
Our thoughts and memories
Are wildflowers
Curving out of stone,
Flicker from a single source.
The stars guide, and stone supports,
The land gives us its freshness,
Our journeys become a seed
Of a stupendous history
That is branch and leaf,
Fluid in the air,
And there is a strong music,
Coming from remembrance
Of your home and of my home.
We restore each others lives,
And we are close in Spirit
In land, in love, in mother-tongue.
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seeing from hafiz
evelynn sharp
In what we did,
You saw beauty;
When we brushed grit
From the glass,
You saw beauty;
If we begged the stars
For prophecy,
You saw beauty;
If we opened our speech
To a stranger,
You saw beauty;
If we shared our family bread,
If we brought water to the table,
You saw beauty;
If we struck song,
Breathed prayer,
You saw this beauty,
You saw whatever we did,
You saw what we might miss
In what we did.
You saw beauty.
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