Truth (with a capital "T") is the elephant, and humanity the blind touching, sniffing, tasting, listening to this big "T" and of course we all rhapsodize a different tale (or tail?), yet in the end the big "T" is still the big "T" and all our various tales describe a tiny bit of that reality, the elephant.
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Poems without a moon
I heard sounds in the night did you hear? laughing crying and pages turning?
I love this piece, especially that last verse! Bravo!!
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