when i grapple within the nothing to grapple
it looks like i am dog paddling
to god
even if god does not exist something beyond me
does note how i dog paddle
in the air
this thing i choose to sense is in my breath
in breadth width and height
sacred geometry
they built churches around it or hells
to encircle what cannot be
contained
it does the hokey-pokey jumping inside
and outside every thought or
feeling i have
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BC HB
May 2014
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