I finite speck that I am Can know it and it Cannot know me?

Sitting alone at night

Watching the glittering

Universe before me

 

I wonder does it begin

Or does it exist without

Beginning or end

Reaching into infinity

 

Can something without

End be the beginning

Of all things except itself

And if it’s there can it know

Me

 

This is projection I am told

And egocentric to a fault

Wishful thinking at best

Serious delusion at worst

 

But one can wonder

I finite speck that I am

Can know it and it

Cannot know me

 

It which is the beginning

Of all things and is

Beyond explanation

The mother of all that

Is is dumb and cannot know

 

But then suddenly

When the night is still

And all is quiet a sweet

Voice calls my name

 And then I know

 

An excerpt from “Thoughts by a Pizzaonian spelunker”