Truth
He feels the unity of everything,
A moment as eternity unchanged
By being brief. This loneliness on wing
Is also fullness, emptiness arranged
As richness in a vision sent along
Wide valleys. It is like a breathing out
That is a breathing in; a temple gong
That struck rings silence, like a prophet’s doubt
And yet epiphany; a soldier’s fear
That makes him swell with courage, and those peaks
So far and yet inside him, mountains near—
Inside his chest. His heart’s harmony speaks.
..The dawn and noon and sunset, all are one.
….Like God the deepest midnight is the sun.