The speaker's stage set
upon the cue
the veiled consciousness
freed of itself.
The intent to oration
is a bizarre contraction
forever the sound confuses
ignorance, revealing a void.
And he spoke a line, meant
to connect a relative scale.
He spoke not for love, now
in service to please, all Being.
He was fond, and yet, loved
though others found him mad.
Those who were silent nearby
began to realize themselves.
How wonderfully impossible to describe is the actuality of this PLACE we call Earth where we live in my waking thought and awareness tonight. Whisper, shhhhh, for here she is right here, and that perfume makes me cry. No lover, no girl, no goddess I've ever laid eyes on matches the immensity of beauty and love which lives directly under my feet and unlike stories of creators, my true gratitude rests and is for her, this place in the cosmos for which my life, what there is left of it, has always been unable to fathom even as it pervades every pore and dimension of my being.
