sonnets, stephen c. rose

Being does not lie being gives truth


Being does not lie being gives truth
In all that happens all that is in all
And since there is no way to know the all
Whether for failing sight or stunted scope
We wrongly choose to say being is life
And life is our to be or not to be
But when some cell shifts past our borderlines
Or winds arise beyond our space and time
Or veins within us alter in their flow
Or life outgrows a sock or drops of rain
Precurse tsunamis whose results are like
The ripples of a pebble’s lakeward fall
We soon are lost in such complexity
That being is not anything but all
And all the gifts that all creates always

By Stephen C. Rose (9 November 2006)


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