Michael Shepherd - 0397 That, it is

unknown; formless;
eternal; always present

who may think of it?
who may speak of it?
who may not think of it?
who may not speak of it?

where is it?
where is it not?
when is it?
when is it not?
what is it?
what is it not?
who is it?
who is it not?

when other is one
and there is here
and that is this
and then is now

and poets are silent
and silence holds their poetry
and mind and heart
are in love with rest

there in the stillness,
unknown, formless,
eternal,
always present,
here and now

Michael Shepherd

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