CLARITY’S JUST ANOTHER INTERPRETATION
Clarity’s just another interpretation,
history, a suggestion from the grave,
and reality, for most,
a mutually reinforced consensus.
And I wonder about things like
the evolution of dreams
and the shadow-cats of conciousness
whose eyes widen in the dark
and how there’s no name you can give it
that the mind will answer to when you call
because your own voice is the mind as well
and that which you seek
is already here.
You can’t define the indefineable
but everything and everyone
is an expression of it
and in all they do and don’t do
The important thing is
not to let the bells of your profundities
sway like onerous horses
but to let them loose in the high fields
to play equinely with God.
You must learn to play like a child
without being mastered
by the genius of your freedom.
You must understand
the spiritual life of clay
is an enrichment of the light
and one night in the flesh
is the collaborative aspiration
of trillions of stars
that have lived and died
their way to you
who sees and names
and includes them
in your vaster spaces within
as you have the sky and the moon and the trees.
You can’t drink the wine of life from a cup
and even if you can see the stars at noon
and the sun at midnight
you can’t put out to sea
from the bottom of a well.
You can’t illuminate a black hole
and you won’t find your reflection on the moon
and though we learn
life has nothing to teach.
Try to grasp it
and it’s always an apple
shy of your reach.
Express it effortlessly
as if there were nothing to say
and no one to say it
as children do when they play
and you’re the tree that bears it all
and life is what it is
and you are what you are.