“and though I know I can never find the perfect words” reminded my of my Wasted Words collection.
author’s note:
Butterfly! These words
from my brush
are not flowers…
only their shadows.
–– Soseki (trans. Beilenson/Behn)
A HEAVEN BEYOND DESCRIPTION
I’m told
any heaven worthy of the name
would be beyond description
maybe so, but I doubt
I could remain quiet
because in those rare moments
when light floods my being
I’m overwhelmed by the desire
to express a feeling so heavenly
and though I know I can never find
the perfect words
I’m driven to keep searching—
even long afterwards.
Yes, my efforts
always end in frustration
but
sometimes, amid the silence
that follows in the wake of my words…
I arrive back
at the place I seek
for a moment at least:
that heaven.
2016, Michael R. Patton
listening to silence: poems of meditation
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