John Lentini

Without Words

 

Fleeting moments

Instant knowledge

All day be here

Yet never see

All is all

Is all around

Answers beneath each fallen leaf

But questions make need of answers

 

Then question not

Relieve thyself of the search

The search for answers

For no answer is the answer

Be with what be

Disturbeth not

Question and answer be one

Accept that no answer comes

Question it not

 

Then as brightly as light doth

      reflect upon a shimmering wave . . .

      it is here with me now . . . and

      then it is gone, leaving me in peace.

For the instant I was one with the fold

Knowing that of which I am a part

That instant created before the

      question and answer

That instant that is without

      words, written or spoken

Without shape in form

 

What is

      is what is