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FACE YOUR WISH

David Dephy — Tue, 01 Nov 2022 15:00:53 +0000

Union Square 14 Street,
the man plays in a subway,
he plays well and looks like
Jimi Hendrix,
and there is a woman in
black long shadow right
behind him, she drifts
in this hall as if she says:

“Don’t try to understand
wind, and fire—
if you think you understand
then you misunderstand them,
they are memories told in verse
surrounded by the sounds
of premonitions—
stay alone, stay deep within
yourself, stay longer than
anyone else—
that is where the winds come
from, followed by fire—
if you can see the essence of
silence you can face your wish,
it will reveal you.”

David Dephy
October 14/22 2022
New York City

WOLF CAME TO ME, ONCE

David Dephy — Mon, 12 Jul 2021 17:00:32 +0000

Wolf came to me, once.

I thought about Faust.

“My perception creates my forest,”

said my guest. “My night and the moon.

What I look at doesn’t matter,

but how I look at it does.”

“I am not going to kill you,”

I spoke.

“How can I trust you?”

“I am a man of my word.”

“Are you a poet?” Wolf stood near me.

“Who dominates on today’s world of poetry?”

“Poetry does not dominate; it cultivates,” I hear in my mind and wolf said:

“Today’s world is a world of mysteries, you better run.”

IF I SPEAK IN THE TONGUES OF MEN

David Dephy — Tue, 27 Apr 2021 12:45:14 +0000

“If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels,
but have not love, I am only a resounding gong
or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy
and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge,
and if I have a faith that can move mountains,
but have not love, I am nothing.”

1 Corinthians 13:1

There is no time to be lost. Who can lose by giving?
No one. Never. Who can lose by holding back?
Everyone. Always. We have paid the cost.
We are breathing in between yesterday and tomorrow.
We know how to win without boasting
or lose without excuse. Peace cannot be waxing
it helps to take a deeper breath.

I saw you standing quietly under the balcony, that night.
214 Bay 14th Street. Brooklyn, New York.
I called your name. Our heartbeat echoes burned
the street, a stillness broken before dawn,
in the name of all that is hailed, in the name of
our very present, in the face of it all—
the remaining past unclaimed, driven forth by love.

Waiting for a miracle—
we are speechless, but we know language of silence,
spinning chaos into order, looking for an exit—
trying to recall a memory of us in the great affliction
of time. Our past seconds are our roots.
All the constellations are our eyes.

Our seeds are our thoughts. Listening to your voice
on the other side of silence gives me the courage to lose
sight and swim there, your voice is hope trusting the future.
It calls me now: we are what we hear, doubt is deadlier,
but fear cuts deeper than air, and we are not moving toward
revenge, we forgive the world its own loneliness.

David Dephy
September 10, 2020
New York