Pure Unknowing

That sound, is it a bird?
singing in the dead of the night
as if it too
just couldn't sleep
with all the energy of spring
arising in its being

A bird, so small
yet so complete
it captures tones of Earth
within its beauty of expression
and seeking, learns to harmonize
with all that is

and I have to wonder why it is
that all the birds still sing
while all we seem to do is think
and bind ourselves in cages
as the story of the ages still moves on

Yet the sound of beauty thus arising
small and chipper though it be
grows from depth of heart
born in innocence
beyond the intellect to understand

and somehow more complete
as it advances
flying overhead
caught within
a state of pure unknowing

?Michaelette?

2/22/2000
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