Wednesday, January 31, 2018

What is the light in the center of the darkness
     in your soul.  A royal radiance 
           or a fantasy like the way the full moon
                comes up sometimes in the daytime?

Humans cannot endure such clarity.
      We make statues, apply paint
           and use words with hidden illusions.

When the eye turns to look somewhere else,
      what does it see?

An east wind bringing infinitesimal dust
     from the desert is the most I expect.

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