Thursday, June 19, 2014

THE MIRACLE

In the beginning—
even 
the word

that first
spoke itself—
must have been 

deaf. Even
that face—moving out 
across the surface

of the waters
in all directions—was blind
and felt 

no motion.
Being 

pure light—
it could never 
itself—be lit;

nor warmed,
nor wet,
nor caught,
much less—thought about.

In fact—it is that,

only that,
and 
exactly that—the certainty

upon which
all 
I've said 

since then
is founded;
the idea

that a thought—
even 
this thought—

even 
the first 
and most 

perfect pure 
thought 
in the universe—basically 

has literally—
no idea!
what it was thinking.

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