The forest falls behind. The icebound lake
is fringed with scree, and glacier-fathered streams
fall from the heights. In unremembered dreams
I’ve seen this place, but never while awake.
The clouds clear off, and clarity will break
my heart. Illusions ravel at their seams
illuminated by the light that gleams
on mountains. Plain the path that I must take
remembering a thing I’ve never known.
Forget myself. Go naked and unshod
forget the flesh, go as but breath and bone
for on the snow where never foot has trod
and on the bare and unforgetting stone
is written this: There is no God but God.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Unforgetting Stone
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