Monday, March 18, 2013

The Bakery Shop Chimney

I know its face will remain white
when I say my courage of truth
but I also know the nature of reality
will have been changed.

I know its breaths of smoke
are nothing but an illusion
still I look, and with me the universe
sees what's real within it.

I know its imagined ovens and unknowable fires
give some comfort of certainty
but the gold they provide is not bread
but mystery.

2 comments:

the walking man said...

The inscrutable--changes in the face of hearing truth spoken.

WAS said...

And the inscrutable does not change in the face of hearing truth spoken.