Cradle of the Moon
 
 
 
Akasha
  This to add to nothingness
a penultimate composition of truth
unspoken, unheard, unseen
like the metaphysical universe of you and I

Man is the enigma of all creation
he asked the Sufi question of the fish in the water
Would that he stopped asking
if he can not tell again the difference between the water and him

I once prayed walking on the waves of the sea
like Jesus taught me
but religion said this could not be
so I land in the bottom on my knees

And trace the sands of time with my fingers
because my mind is beyond this
It has followed the soul seeking only
refuge in the light of the unknowable.

 
 
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