In the end I realised,
in One instant,
that a lifetime of struggle
to understand it
had been squandered:
because as a baby
I knew it all,
aye,
in a mind that wandered
aimlessly over the Shin.
The All could be known
in the palm of a little hand
releasing its
inner Gentleness.
What oxygen
what water
what food
all wasted
in trying to fathom out
what is Beautiful
what is True
what is Good.
Grace hid the All
that all along was within
and it is within us all
to find the wisdom
of old men long gone
and old wise feminines
standing stones
and the divines
shaking our dense bones
and minds and skeletons.
It is elemental:
our Call is to Love
and
be Gentle.