How do we profess
what we can’t understand
The very nature of this
takes on certain demands
If it’s truly beyond
our ability to know
Something deeper is calling,
where thought cannot go
These walls that surround us,
this cave that we’re in
False images dance,
Plato’s fire burns thin
To truly cross over,
breaking free of its chains
We must turn our eyes inward
—to release and proclaim
(The Book Of Prayers: November, 2020)
Non Visceralis
Knowledge is not a paradigm,
but a bridge to something else
Its path to stay unmeasured,
when crossing into self
Devoid of polar opposites,
where beauty exits truth
To steal away, a soul relayed
—its burden stripped of proof
(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: November, 2020)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: November 8th, 2020 16:50
- Category: Unclassified
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