April 8th, 2019

To name God is meaningless.
In all our attempts to create
we only delineate.

What we call our mind
is inextricably linked to our body.
And our body, mostly not
what we have defined as our own.

Birdsong is nothing without the air
and an ear to hear it.

Posted in: Journal, Poetry

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