September 12, 1995 (continued…)

that old deceiver
magnificent cunning brain
font of ideas

figuring out things
arriving at reasons why
theories of all sorts

best of all of course
provider of all answers
mysteries no more

truly seductive
seeming cosmic solutions
dreamed up by the brain

except all are flawed
by finite source limited
flesh and bone fashioned

to know mystery
enter in where it resides
in solitude go

be there in silence
bringing nothing from outside
no thought no image

nothing from the brain
no idea nor concept
not one attachment

thus become empty
open to know the unknown
known without knowing

(to be continued...)