Some men study it all their days
and die with the question on their lips
Some men find it with a lightening clap of insight
and some men track it with rulers and logic
until, at last, they have its form.
Some men look outside and see just the is-ness
...great jeweled clocks at play.
Some men look inside at their creations
and find madness along the way.
Some give up and some, some go on without hope...
And some, like humming birds hover,
and watch the question turn on itself
until their reality and thoughts weave like snakes
in the navel of sweet mother reality.
gallagher
29 jan 75
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —