poeming on the last day of Hanukkah in my 40th year here


and still I branch
out into the thousand 
falling stars...
and still I fall, empty
amid their open
enduring nothing...
and still...
and still...
and still...
I reach again into the Om,
into the sound
of everything,
into the roots
of what can never be,
into the foreverness
of now...
and still I rise
with your love...
your endless love...
your infinite love...
your enduring love...
and still, 
and still,
and still.