My verse might be summed up in one word – neti.
Neti, neti. Not this. Not that – the blinking light
on a harbor buoy marking the perilous shallows.
Anything you say about God is untrue, said Eckhart.
Anything you say about self is untrue, too.
Anything your self says is untrue.
Anything said is untrue. Anything not said is untrue.
Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean
your false self isn’t lying to you every moment,
a facile seducer involved only in
the momentary escape,
its own rudimentary survival.
O child of God, the only thing true
is that over which you have no control.