The Lightning of Sinai and the Thundering

    Silence Under the Bodhi Tree Belong

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No dark divides the union of the world

With man and woman.  Separation sighs

Away upon reflection.  We are swirled

Together, we and cosmos.  Stars, our eyes,

Are scattered by their trillions in our souls.

No reason for reunion is required

Since all is indivisible.  The poles

Of us and them are just one pole, fused, fired,

Not North and South.  Disseverings are none.

The beasts and we are all of one looped chain.

Adoublehelixholdsusallasone.

  The nebulae and we together reign.

    We all hear one small voice.  That voice will thrill

    Our links of being if we listen, still.

~ Phillip Whidden

When the stars threw down their spears 

And water’d heaven with their tears:

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee? ~ William Blake, “The Tyger”