Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Sometimes A Cigar


What are we not
            getting?
Is the universe murmuring in
            abstruse symbols
signifying we should do this or
            that?
But maybe there are no
            symbols.
Maybe stars, the flights of geese,
            serendipities, and wonders
are absolutely simple and infinitely
            mysterious
both at once, reality announcing soto voce,
            “Here I Am
                        I Am
                           I Am.”

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