The words lock the thought:
when given a name,
we only see the name,
when told a story,
we miss the truth.

We miss the truth.

A word opens the lock,
reaching in.
By naming the unknowable
we can focus
to discern the truth.

We miss the truth.

Ceaseless vicissitude.
Without a voice,
unattached.

Names, deeds a surface
for what is beyond recognition.
Names need a surface,
an infinite chalkboard.

Interbeing reveals

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