Prayer

For the past 2 or 3 months my teacher has been writing a prayer. “When it's finished it'll contain everything I know.” A beautiful idea – everything he knows in one fell swoop. There is one image in the present version which I particularly like – the work as febrifuge:

Sweep my courage down the face and fever-front of fear, its mourning for a facile dynasty, a ministry that turns aside, avoiding care.

And another:

connexions secret pliant drift towards reality

I remember he once told me that if your words come from the heart then each thing you say contains everything – has that feeling of completeness.