by Anthony Francesco

Created on: December 10, 2009   Last Updated: December 12, 2009

I am everything and you are everything
And each piece locks gently in its tight place
And there is nothing you can tastes
That already hasn't been tasted
or thought
or felt
or contrived
or rationalized
or came to be known
or finally laid to peace
But the beauty in finding it for yourself
The bluest sky that has always been, you see for the first time
And there is nothing more basic
More like home.
The scope of existence: those before, those to come
Each on their
Own.
A ubiquitous, intangible unity,
The same moon seen by 12 billion shining eyes,
The Man, the Rabbit, the Woman.

Your father's precautions mean nothing,
until their worth finds its place in time.
Cliched mantras hang thin overhead
Condense and fall on open hands and upturned heads.

All that preceded, all that comes after,
A textbook of questions, a crayon sketched answer.

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