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.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Moveable feast
Some poems are like caught trout in hand others uncovered fossil just discovered full of wonder and some a book of plain geometry flat and to the point while others dewdrops on a golden autumn maple leaf See!
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