The Golden Arrow
janine canan
It lasts only a short time, this body;
time itself is nothing but imagination.
Love is the truth that cuts through all the dimensions,
an arrow flickering gold.
Love is the river that flows from one heart to the next
on its way to the ocean.
Love is the whole landscape
in every light.
Love is the voice, the gaze, the kiss of beings
practicing to be gods.
