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Perhaps I Babble
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Perhaps I babble As a burbling brook On an early spring morn, When lingering ice, Refreshed by Aeolus Sings in harmony With the symphony Of water Lazily Tumbling Over Every Cobble God is there, God is everywhere. But care is in order When embracing Spinoza’s pantheon |
Where God may live: In the fangs of a lioness Piercing the throat Of a baby gazelle; In the jaws of a wolf Snapping the necks Of his own weaker pups; In a soldier killing Another soldier Trying to kill him. In this vain attempt To express the inexpressible; To name the Tao God is everywhere, so they say. Perhaps I babble. |