Whom do I thank
For my failed achievements?
Why does the cup of my desires
Never occupy
The dreamt-of concavity?

I can invert my look

Like the reflection of a silvery moon
Spreading a creative light,
Opening horizons I aspire to,
Rediscovering the ‘for others.’

The sun illuminates my soul
Reflecting golden rays
As I discover
That I have emptied myself giving…

Portland Oregon, October 2004