The Word

There's an occasion where there is clarity
An innate knowing of why things are,
Why things come together
And why they fall apart..
And a knowing that it is all the same thing
Happening all at once
And that this is the eternal
And a moment means nothing
But is a metaphor to make sense of time
which inhibits the experience
Of Forever, Always and Never..

Will I write of Love..? Or ...Cruelty?
Should I speak of beastliness or kindness...
Are these not also symbols
To make some sort of sense of our experience
And does this not in some way
Limit our lives, Our freedom, or Instinctual knowing of all?
These words we use
This trying to pin down, to untangle, to make sense of...

What do the trees say about that
When the wind rustles the tops of them
The leaves we will never reach,
But sitting at the highest branch is a songbird
And beyond, the sky....