Poem · September 15, 2026
Mysticism and more
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Pinnacle of soft-spoken,
No words are formed at all,
True beginning all may come,–
Where all may come,
Yet, may be hardest of it all.
This opportunity -
Open -
Without having or receiving.
Alive, without restriction -
Not belonging to me -
Just is…
Proof and faith -
Home -
Soft…
And yet, the present further expands,
in depth and extent,
taking more of the space from the past and future,
more resonance and power, at the immediate,
less reach beyond that,
with little inkling for outside this,
with memory dwarfed by now,
emptied of needs,
other wants silly,
except for more of this,
perhaps a better purpose than known before.
However, I’ve done this before, and more!
So I know from experience
that all around and far out is much like before.
Could be worse now, socially…
spirituality · time · solitude · memory