Exploration ~Philip Brent Harris
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My heart seeks answers
to questions I do not know,
know to ask or answer.
Bemusing, I do not
understand understanding.
I cannot ponder,
wonder which,
I cannot conceive
tenants of faith
I do not believe.
Existence, nonexistence,
always, ever,
always never.
Everywhere, nowhere,
Yet, always, always
in the center.
A pawn of fate,
fate, a silly game,
wild or tame,
in which we
create, participate.
All contained
within the word, wood
And the seed
from which
all proceeds.
Smallest plays
the largest,
returns in showers
of largesse
so microscopically
miniscule.
It can barely contain
each, all and everything.
Our minds impose
such limitations, imitations,
impositions and divisions
which we pretend
explain all questions,
give no answers.
No questions answered.
Sages, sorcerers
and necromancers,
to whom we
bow and pray,
claim to understand
what they say.
As if all is planned,
canted, decanted
and recanted.
Or carved
in stone obdurate,
for us alone.
We cannot cure it,
nor will we atone.
When the cosmos
ceases, is gone,
never more
waits in store.
Neither the question
I do not know,
nor the answer
I do not understand,
which my heart seeks
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Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment
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