On the Numinous


The moment which stays
had caught me

juxtapositioning myself-
me and all else-

forgetting the fingertip
of a remembrance

which graced me as a young man,
seeping out of a morning deep fog,

seeing everything connected
(not me and things, but me in things
and them in me)

and being unprepared
for the numinous,

finding everything suddenly holy.

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