Know what you feel, feel what you know
When, by transcendent fluke,
Some aspect of the real
That doesn’t show.
Life is eternal; a nuclear
Idea that has become a bit
In its fuzzy glow.
Say what you know, know what you say.
Do I accept that? Is it true?
Are there exceptions? More cliché?
False reasoning, naiveté.
I have a feeling life’s a sphinx,
A silent force, a phoenix: paradox.
Impossible to box.
I am alive. I know I am.
I know and feel. Can say, “I am.”
Life always is. Does that mean me,
My person, personality?
Or does it mean the living quark’s not me,
But flea whose host’s the galaxy?
Know, feel, say, always:
Earth may go out in a blaze.
Truth, life, force, ever:
Concepts that you cannot sever.
Life is nothing if not clever,
Since there’s nothing that is never.