"We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Poem: Opening To Mystery



There is much the mind can not grasp,
which the heart is born knowing.

The spaces between atoms,
as it turns out,
are full of mystery or nothing at all,
which throws quite a different light
onto most everything we see
or think we see.

And what is hope?
What is love?
What of empathy and grief?
Dare we be so arrogant as to say
it is simply hormones in flux?
What of compassion and sacrifice?

Flakes of gold on the lip of the Sacred,
that unimaginable other,
which beckons us through beauty;
glimpses of something seen
through 'coincidence' and 'miracle'
which bids us lay aside our names
and begin the spiral to blossom.

There is much the mind can not grasp,
which the heart is born knowing.


                                         
                                                    (Photo credit: Pat Hoerth)





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