At Some Point


لاَّ تُدْرِكُهُ الأَبْصَارُ وَهُوَ يُدْرِكُ الأَبْصَارَ وَهُوَ اللَّطِيفُ الْخَبِيرُ

Vision perceives Him not, but He perceives [all] vision; and He is the Subtle, the Acquainted.
(Surah al-An’aam: 103)

At some point you
have to decide just

how much you want an
entirely new perception of things

as they are

We’re not going to find God
in a threadbare overcoat

in a dank laboratory
down a zigzag street on a

moonlit night in

Who turns to us nevertheless
with a most radiant smile —

but in everything and nothing
there and there and there

The songbird never alights too
long on any branch

until it plans to sleep

It’s all to do with
radical simultaneity

or as the Buddhists say:
“Interdependent Arising”

of neon green farmland going on
for miles

fringed with willow copses
under bright blue sky

firefly on the carpet
blinks its thanks when

returned back outside

Nothing reveals Him more
than His invisibility

though “The Invisible One” is not
one of the Ninety-Nine Names of God

nor is “The Visible One”
but only

“He Who Sees”

8/15/15 (from White Noise in This World Silver in the Next)

Categories: Poems