Is there something that does or does not connect
whatever it is we call everything,
all that smells, tastes, is felt, heard or seen
and all that is not,
all that goes in and out of existence,
all that evolves and does not?
In our ache to know this beyond-conception-something
must we cast away any and all our preconceptions,
forget this hunger to name it,
surrender this hope it may name itself?
Must we let the question be quest,
a fertile ground seeking seed,
an alphabet arranging itself
into the poems we are becoming?
This universe we share. Is it matter becoming conscious
or is it consciousness becoming universe?
What is left but to let ourselves and it
be the oneness we are?
May 24, 2014