ANOTHER APPARITION      

instances    
of incidences  
wherein    
i insist    
on trusting    
in the innocence    
of each intuitive    
glimpse    
so freely expressed    
in the synergy    
of syllables    
released by    
every sense    
that bears    
repeating    
in no defense    
of understanding    
it s own    
free play    
like moon tides    
sea lapping    
at earth s  
sweet    
wet lips    
where the joy    
in forgetting    
all that isn t
comes in seeing    
what is    
where the only    
true answer    
beyond the horizon    
of all empty    
artifice    
of all blind    
pretense    
comes from    
simply being    
and  seeing    
living    
and accepting    
all things    
just as    
they are    
as is