Saturday, August 15, 2015

Peripheral Eternity

What can be said?
How do all of the words in my lexicon sound together at once? 
There are no words.
There aren't enough words.
There are too many words. 
Nothing expresses everything except the void; you are the void to me. 
You are every thing.
You are no thing. 
There are too many words and things between us. 
Far too much logic, too much space, too much science. 
I don't want to know you analytically, but biblically, spiritually---how the stars know the Maker that we foolishly search for with numbers. 
I want to know the Truth beyond language. 
I want to know the inner light that projects you into this garden of dreams. 

August 15, 2015 

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