Chasm of Ignorance
How beautiful are the stars which illuminate the night,
brightening the silver edges of clouds and mist,
silhouetting the frosted pines which cut the sky,
like glittering sharp edged knives.
The smell of pine cutting the cold winter air,
the crunch of snow beneath my winter boots,
in which toes nestle in the warmth of woolen socks,
and my ears prickle in the wind
Small am I against the backdrop of a universe
too magnificent for my mind to conceive
and yet I know that these sensations and thoughts
their manifestation, form, and qualia
are there,
alone,
separated from their attributions,
by a gap of profound ignorance,
between the perceiver and the perceived,
exposing a chasm which begs to be filled,
and the most I can hope for
is to catch a glimpse of truth
as I fling myself into the void.
Stephen R. DeVoy
Somerville, MA
February 1, 1995
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