There are many things that words cannot describe.
The shapers of a thousand beings, of the world unseen—
They lurk in the deepest shadows of the mind.
In the milk-like waters flowing low to lie,
I found a yellow eye, peering from the weeds.
There are many words that words cannot define.
I stared into the flames. Are they really not alive?
A flame, a flame, burning, twirling, living, free!
It burns through the thickest shadows and twists the mind.
Those are the fluttering stones that circumscribe
A glittering flower, yellow-golden with glee:
There are many things commands cannot confine.
And those, on the windy walls of the mountain-side:
As if there were nothing not thick unknown, we peer.
It blooms in the deepest shadows and shapes the mind.
Those are the multiplicitious dwellers of the slime:
The little heart which lets light shining gleam.
There are certain words which words cannot confine;
They burst through the deepest shadows of the mind.
(2022)
