Wednesday, May 5, 2010

North End Plato's cave

The light came through the window,
Straight from the sun above,
And so inside my little room
There plunged the rays of Love.

In streams of light I clearly saw
The dust you seldom see,
Out of which the Nameless makes
A Name for one like me.

with my eternal gratitude to Leonard Cohen, a poet without compare, and still at work