Wednesday, April 18, 2018
The One Kiss––poem by Dorothy
The One Kiss
We claim to know things
but what we know
can be written on a fingernail.
Sages and savants
issue their proclamations,
but we move always
through a dark cloud
with an uncertain light at the center.
The center is what we call god.
We keep on circling and circling
yet we never arrive
at that final point.
Yet we know
that we move ever closer
to that place of mystery,
even if we cannot locate it
with precision.
But when the Beloved arrives
we no longer care
who wins the arguments,
whose theory is correct.
All we want is the one kiss
that tells us who we are.
Dorothy Walters
April 11, 2018
(image by kconnors)
