A Zillion Universes
And the rains came — dots upon my window pane therein each — a scriggly thing that told the story — of a king
… Each dot a different face — of light.
Each and everyone — a knight —
reflecting what the king has told —
of ancient conquests for gold.
Each and everyone — away —
have gold — become king — one day
There’s one! — Rolled down my pane.
The struggle too much — he too vain.
But there’s another — big and bright
reflects — all things — with all His might.
A universe written on His face;
I see trees — and much green lace;
And such a wide expansive sky.
Opened wide — His eye.
I find my vision closing in.
I see complete — His meridian.
I smile — at this new King.
He knows the wisest thing;
infant God — He’s just begun;
now He grows — an infant Sun.
Universe — upon His face?
Ah no! He lies in “Her” embrace.
There supporting All — of He
a darkened mass — of She;
without which — He cannot be.
Her shadow contains — “Potentiality”
