I don’t need a God
At the center of me
Or slightly off center
I am not a Buddha or any other divine man
Inside where I dance
Shape of my orbit
Map of my heaven
These men do not know my secrets
Though it is possible for them to see my unfolding
They choose its transparence
And have taught me in the classroom of their company to do the same
Until now
Here where my silence breaks like bones
Endless spring