If it is a defect, it is a beautiful defect.
If it is an accident, it is a fortuitous accident.
It does, it happens
in art and in science.
We may suppose to grasp route causes
We are skilled at building the wonderful Hubble,
but in the deep, the very deep,
there is no top, no bottom.
The humble prayer is adequate,
the unconditional surrender to Mystery.
I am not a brook, but my hands and feet
plunge into them in spring melt or winter peak
The cosmic purpose of humanity
is fulfilled when everyone accepts
the duty to make and leave things of beauty
as did the Ancients in the stunning sights they left us
I love the trumpet of Miles Davis
I wonder if anyone feels him
as intensely as eye dew.
I melt as melt the icy brooks,
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