And heaven’s not a place in time
Where souls go after death;
Instead, it’s something more sublime:
A cloud of frozen breath,
The glint of sunlight on a pond,
An oak tree staying put,
A cobweb dangling from a frond,
Earth crunching underfoot,
The lichen clinging to a bough,
A berry-eating tit
And everything that’s here and now,
Though “here” and “now” aren’t it.
For knowing knows without recourse
To words when it’s their very source.
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