So Is Poem by Etienne Charilaou

The crazy sutra
folded and unfolded
plucking the strings of my heart
in dangerous and unforgettable ways

Remote and transcendent
The Power reached in and took
remorselessly, and gave in equal measure:
balance was attained,
and regret disdained.

Following these sequences of -
following these, following….

I took my leave;
I did not grieve.

‘The wind bloweth where it listeth,
and thou hearest the sound thereof,
but canst not tell whence it cometh,
and whither it goeth:
so is every one that is born of the Spirit.'

So is, so is, so is….