You know this stranger,
don't you?
I know you do:
this
stretch of the universe,
these double rainbows,
these double rows of plows,
when skies
on the solid
rehearse.
You do know me.
Though you do not know
how I am telling you the truth
that our minds plough
the reality as we know.
Because where we are
the chain of discernment is broken,
words are
unspoken,
yet our wills of searching the truth are oaken,
I know.
You do not know me but
you do see
that I am telling you the truth
as my heart sees.
