Distracted by the noise of desire and fear
We cannot note the silence hear
unspoken words need not be said
When presense rears its headless head
What cannot, can only be
The matrix of simplicity
Beyond all in a backward sense
Lays that unaltered present tense
Always known but not by me
This ever present reality
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
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