To try and grasp it is to invoke the
Desperate, grinding, halting
Mechanism of understanding.
A limited worldview assembled from
Cultural and racial memes.
Personal experiences separated from
The reality of what is.
A present and future limited by
Assumptions about
The universe and society.

Is it any wonder then that
Freedom, love, community,
Respect, or self-esteem matter
Little to the chronically hungry.
To the chronically disenfranchised.

To recognise is to know,
In an instant, what is.
To be grasped by the
Eachness of everything.
Only then can the heart’s
Affections notice the particulars