These two cows were ruminating
and one says, I was listening
to the milkmaid’s transistor
missed out lunch;
a credit crunch;
The door creaks, as she opens it
and the fall of the heavy iron latch
echoes through the empty church.
It has to be; one day, perhaps,
we’ll know the wisdom absolute of this;
and yet, and yet... I’m just a little sad,
Only recently, you asked me
for my ‘Laws’ – as if you asked the Sun
just where his golden rays shall, in the moment, strike…
You might not spot them in a crowd –
but for that certain stillness of the self-contained:
in conversation, not until some detail
Never say it is not God.
Hafiz said that, lived it.
And that’s all really:
There were two monks who
shared a cell in perfect amity.
Yet they, concerned to perfect their compassion