“In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown,
and in between, there are doors.” -William Blake
Frosted patterns on the glass
camouflage a portal frozen
on its hinges. Clustered mass
needn’t hide the path we’ve chosen.
Opening the inner eye,
focus on eternal matter
binding everything. Defy
powers of illusion — shatter
Mary Boren, 2017
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Some claim his total essence could reside
in Christianity, Islam, or Zen.
Some swear he’s just a myth; some say he died.
Some think the universe resulted when
a random bang occurred, creatively,
and chaos rules each planetary spin.
Such thoughts are neither here nor there to me,
for God is simply everywhere. That’s all.
Benevolence beyond infinity.
Transcending time and space, the One we call
Jehovah, Yahwe, Allah — labeled, checked,
and catalogued — is anything but small.
I wouldn’t want a god my intellect
could comprehend. (You either, I suspect.)
Mary Boren, 2001