The birds may sing their presence,
the squirrels may chatter,
and my breath may blow steadily
across this landscape,
but all of these songs
and motions
bespeak a profound silence,
a deep collecting of all time
where the songs,
the words,
and the breath
hold still,
cupped gently in the hands of God.

This is not some superstition,
some failure
to conceptualize the process
and mechanisms of being,
but a rejection of the mechanism
as Truth,
as nothing more than the characteristics
of these beings as we are able to perceive them,
as in the notes of the song,
the timbre of the words,
the exhalation
and dissipation of the breath
into this landscape.

This is knowledge
that the true nature of the world,
a world which we have conjured
through a process of mind

is more the light
of a rising sun,
for which we wait,
with infinite patience

to break
and spill

through the trees.

9 comments on “

  1. Corenna says:

    This is really, really beautiful, Will. Thank you.

  2. Reblogged this on Reason & Existenz and commented:
    Amen!

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  4. Amber says:

    Beautiful!

  5. johndwm says:

    Beautiful and thought requiring! I will repost @ johndwmacdonald.com

  6. johndwm says:

    Reblogged this on johndwmacdonald and commented:
    Rightly questions the #Nature of the #world

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