I’ve called it as
I’ve seen it and though it seems
I’ve acquired a
bit of knowledge along the way,
there’s no need
to amend my previous assertions
because
everything on the path is true
at one point or
another and it does not become
false later,
merely belayed or transcended.
Meanwhile, the
truth of my Self
(the seed from
whence this poetry arises)
is inviolable,
untouchable and eternal.
These poems
concern illusion,
only hinting at
the Truth beyond.
All I know of God
is a hint, a beauty,
a faint, brief
suggestion of That
which is
unknowable and indescribable.
O child of God,
words fail you again
yet there’s a
tinge of truth in every poem your write.
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