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Three Angels in My Back Garden
One day three angels came into my back garden and stared at me through the window one was red one was black one was…
Optical illusions abound in the optical field
aural illusions abound in the
sound realm
That waterfall you hear is just
someone walking toward you
That wall rising up and that sky falling down is
just your own eyelids closing seen
from inside
The world evaporates and reappears
inside a fish tank
entwined in goldfish grass
Our loved ones also undergo illusory
transformations
sometimes as fleet horses leaping turnstiles in
synchronized equine unison
other times as lone silhouettes in a white
paper moonlight sitting under a gnarly
black tree
Our own souls color what we see
and what we see when we see
is our own souls
To get out of the way to see what
God sees isn’t for every ant and gorgon to
accomplish in one lifetime but it’s a
commendable goal
and worth every once of our
strength
That window opening onto that
snow crystal hillside with the
slanted birches on it rising
all the way into heaven
That white rabbit there between them
leaving whiteness and
entering it again
whiter than
before
10/21/2008 (from Sparks Off the Main Strike)
Categories: Poems