The Seeker, then,
is never free from the quest;
who turns restlessly and endlessly about
the Majesty of the Divine,
who consumes us and offers
the gift of nothingness.
No reason can comprehend the Divine.
The Curandero* who lived
down the road always told us,
Recognize what is in your breath.
*A curer and healer who uses folk remedies
and ritual practices. He was kind and wise
and a mentor to my friends and me.
From: Short Poems On How We Ramble
Unpublished MS p. 61
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