Saturday, August 14, 2010


Who thought it first I do not seek
(some say 'twas probably a Greek);

Neither how nor why it came to be
the measure of things mind can't see,

The fabric without stitch nor seam,
nexus of the one, the only realm,

This house, this home in time and space
we dwell in now then relinquish

To who knows what we were begat
before we were when we were not

This body, this soul, this form and shape
(some say came from that ancient ape);

This mold of wax and wick on fire
burning abode of an aspire

To become that emerging thing
which was always that very being

Always is and always will be
Self of this world and self of me.

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