absolutely brilliant poetry.

"B o d y i s t o s p i r i t"
Laurance Wieder

Body is to spirit
As cloth is to body
Grown to its own size:
Room is in the air,
Air is in the weave.
Waves in the breeze.
The earth spins and
Things come to an end.
So, day and night,
A body blooms
At its own hour.
Stretch the pause
Through the sky.
Or float -- muted banner --
Signs, no designs.

Signs, no designs.
Or float -- muted banner --
Through the sky.
Stretch the pause
At its own hour.
A body blooms
So, day and night,
Things come to an end.
The earth spins and
Waves in the breeze.
Air is in the weave.
Room is in the air,
Grown to its own size:
As cloth is to body
Body is to spirit.