It’s not difficult
But it is impossible
To know when the self
Appears unhidden untainted
Bereft of the artificial
Like a diamond in the earth
Before the mines
The rings the false smiles
The campaigns to make us
Feel worthy
It’s not difficult
But it is impossible
To know the moment
Most extreme
The highest highs
The lowest lows
That remain ours
Alone
Pristine
Primordial
— The ancients told us
It was in the Middle Way
That we decipher
That we sync and connect
With what is true
With what is unhidden
Only in that time and place
Between things and events
But I wander
And fall toward
The Romantics
And their post-Baroque
For advice
For succor
Their wisdom
And excess
Their rejection of Hamlet times
Of indecision and hesitation
Jump and ye shall find!!
Dive and ye shall know!!
Then reflect on the sun
The moon . . .