Out of sight, and mind, and body.

In one part rising, another part lays dead.

Am I a dead man speaking?

Or a living man, speaking of life once seen in the corpse he now sees?

My prayer is, and is from, and is for my love - and my love, is my lover.

You don't know what I mean? It does not matter,

If you do not know, then you will begin understanding - this much I am told I may promise.

Come, take me out of myself, again and again, let me forget myself in all good manner, in all bad manner; bring me to the blessed quiet of God.

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A splinter, a thorn, an ice pick, an axe.

You are dynamite for my setting sun, and fabric for my nakedness.

Logic Logic Logic! Blah! To hell with logic; is it not said that, "The heart has it's reasons which reason cannot know?" - Pascal

Is it not said that, "A mind all logic is like a knief all blade?" - Tagore

Imagine a windshield impacted by a rock - spider-web!

Do you see what you're reading now?

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Why are your eyes closed? Oh I see, you must think they are open.

Do you think my eyes see?

Is it not said, "Remove the wooden beam from your eye first; then you see clearly to remove the splinter from your brother's eye?" - Jesus

What I see I cannot name, so what use are these eyes bringing me?

Who speaks like this?

One who must name everything.

But we cannot live as Adam - as we live in Christ.

Is it not said that "God's first language is silence?" - Keating

Then what must I name? Nothing Nothing Nothing!
My mouths beauty says more than beautiful words.

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Do you know how I mean?

That our eyes will see nothing more beautiful than their looking?

That a beam in one, splinters the other?

Even out of sight, and mind, and body -

Can't you see?

Oh, I see, you must think our eyes are already open.