Insight
How do I speak to you, now?
After death and destruction have been
followed by re-emergence seventy thousand times?
What language? What means?
Could it be sound, or light?
Would you teach me the code?
The arcane method
with which I could convey
my infant perceptions to the aged
Mother of all things.
How do I pray after
learning a few of your many secrets
while I do not yet understand
the language of vibrations
or how to cross the stars
like stones in a shallow brook?
My hunger for knowledge is never satisfied.
My ability to absorb inadequate to my aspirations.
I do not want to be you, Oh God.
I just want to sit nearby and listen to the
Holy Spirit purr like a cat in a cat's world.
How do I ask without being rude?
Please teach me.
What is the most magnificent of mysteries?
Is it you?
Or is it me?
John I. Manimas, October, 2022
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