Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Poem - it looks like i am dog paddling

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

it does the hokey-pokey jumping inside
and outside every thought or
feeling i have


May 2014

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