In a single clap of thunder I heard the angels hold concourse. Speaking a myriad of tongues they spoke meaning with a single syllable. In the aftermath of silence, as the rains dissolved me into a dew, I stepped beyond my puddle to join the rays that dry the land... The lover carves himself into a feast, to be dined on and reunited with his Friend. His glory, then, is the ruddy glow of his Beloved's fattened cheeks! Now I walk on gravel to soothe my feet, and dry my hands in a running brook; I look for warmth in the chill of dawn and cool myself under a noon-day sun. My peace is the heart of cities: honking, ringing, smoking. Everywhere I look, the crowds are still. Not a sound beneath all the vaults of heaven. In this silence of prayer, all voices speak to me, screaming. I find the living under the ground, and corpses throughout the land. The world as described to me makes no sense, while the world I experience is indescribable. Schools only empty me of knowledge; in forgetting, I remember the important things. Too serious and grave, I play the fool; with a child's heart, I see the meaning of it all. The faster I move, the longer it takes to arrive; in stillness, I visit every place at every moment. I close my eyes to see, and plug my ears to hear: I fast to train the palate and quench my thirst. Now is time to throw away my pen, and begin the real writing: Let all contradictions twirl and blend: There is only He.