ONE ENDLESS PATH TO HOLY KNOWLEDGE

 

and here there is an eye as well

water, moss, cattail, stone, current

watcher watching as another image generates

derrida does not wonder alone where the eye wanders

and above this there is a bridge

        and below this there is a bridge

                  and within this there is a bridge

and without any word and image at all

there is a bridge

                               there is a bridge

                                                                there is a bridge

there is a camera behind the back of the camera

there is a hand waving from above, out of focus

you may call that deity by whatever holy name you choose

They define Themselves endlessly in our eyes and no others

and in every green shimmering moment in all of it there is a bridge