How can structure be placed where none exists.
How can the curve of a river be straightened?
as she reaches the sea of the all knowing depths.
Hasten not the minds curiosity to know
what cannot be put into words or constraints.
There is no rhyme or reason in a flower blooming
a moon rising the sun shining his magnificence
on earth and all that lives upon her bountiful giving.
And birds fly north south east west,
rabbits bury deep enough for shelter.
It is not I who is the maker, doer, creator, knower.
Bowing down to all that exists that sometimes
is the arch of a rainbow blessing births.
Why count the number of stars?
My heart cries and cries weeps oceans
of rivers, galaxies of seas.
That is how it is where blindness lives,
where waters push doors open to the light.
All is as it is. A king or dictator falls an actor bows,
the curtain closes, last acts echoing in empty auditoriums -
memories of a great play etched in a history book.
Look, I flow unknowingly known, bend and flow,
go as the wind takes me. There is no reason here,
no understanding of why the sky does not exist,
is a vast and open space sometimes blue unendingly empty.
How can you know where the sound of a song comes from,
where the colour of grass gets its green.
The unseen moves all that is,
never stops hesitates waits thinks wonders why.
It is as we are ever changing,
ever being here there and nowhere.
No where to know for what is known
changes its knowing to another knowing
until there is no point that holds the compass anymore.
February 14th 2011 ©