At the temple on Petitenget
Who understands the divine?
The itch for the here and beyond,
immanent and transcendent,
present and unperceived.
We catchers of shards of what we
knowing the divine cannot be
words dont work, but we
letting their imperfection point to where
they cannot go.
All art, music, creativity, strain
to where they cannot reach
but honour in the seeking
more than they would if the
seeking deluded itself that it was finding
(except that the delusion would be another failing
in which the divine were glimpsed,
And in the corner of a
temple, unobserved, sit
and be with that
which cannot be named
and is honoured more
in the attending to than in the