You are

[Rootsie]

You
are the hidden waterfall
found after much walking,
the sweet scent arising
from my words
like subtlest spray.

You
are the Far Mosque,
the church not made by hands,
you
the promised land.

You
are a book
whose pages hold
secrets
forever known,
which call me
home.

You
are the
pure stillness
after the rain,
you
the cleansing shower.

You
are the fiery globe
of sun
at rising and setting,
awakening all
and putting all
to rest.

You are
the colors
of the day,
the dark
of the star-crusted
night.,
and you
are those pinpoints
of light.

I come to you naked
without pretense,
and you settle
every
jangling nerve,
you receive
every
half-formed
thought
and give it flesh.

You gather up
what is scattered
and reveal the pearl
perfected
through  years
of irritating grit.

You are
th the silence between
these words,
the emptiness
which contains
the world.