Friday, April 4, 2014

An impossible poem

An impossible poem

Our Awareness impossibly finds
presence and absence in play
and seems as shaping itself
but not yet separating into
clocks and towers and seashores..
Enter our minds to perform
this most special task and report:
Now we see..

But the report is swallowed
by our Awareness as proclaiming:
I alone am Aware..
So back to beginning and
finding our Awareness once more
presence and absence 
impossibly in play..
An impossible poem...?

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