"What Comes."
"To speak is not yet to have spoken,
the not-yet of a white realm of nothing
left, neither for itself nor another.
To die is not yet to have died.
There is trembling in the sense realm, mourning without end.
To come and go is not yet to have arrived,
and always is already there, back and forth, behold, beheld,
breath to breath.
To know is not yet to have known but a hovering of wakefulness
over this, as between languages.
To take is not yet to have taken now into an open yes.
It is not as forever as the past nor as long as absence.
Here is what I think, to be exposed
to the coming of what comes."
Thank you.
[APPLAUSE]