With Every Thought

With every Thought I wentout of the World: there you were,
you my Gentle One, you my Open One, and –you received us.

Whosays that for us everything died,
that for us there the Eye broke?

Everything woke, all things began.

Vast, a Sun came swimming by, brighta Soul and a Soul engaged, clear,
masterfully made a silence for ita path ahead.

Lightlyyou opened your Lap, quietrose a Breath in the Aether,
and what became cloud, was it not,
was it not Form, and for us then,
was it notas good as a Name?