Stretching When Heard Poem by James McLain

The moon which is seen is not.
Is not the truth,
the truth with one eye open or two?
And without the face,
turned around to face you it is found where?
Your reliance upon all that it is of your mind.
To be full and filled by your gaze it becomes.
Something which already waiting it is.
Apply described the stretching when heard.
Cannot you say when it is felt by he,
and being thus felt then he comes.
If the truth is the truth then riding behind others,
is called what?
Although a deeper and firmer understanding of this.
Must he take you all the way to the base before you have?
And is it not without great feeling the ring when he does.
And by you it is very much like when first it was felt.
You understand it is rewound,
twisted into knots and is wise knowledge.
You understand you do not understand,
how one finger it does and the other finger doesn't.
Being born to worship each various form.
Exceeding what yours was, your thoughts designed for.
If I am the knower then this feeling you I know.
Stretched by you, when by you it is stretched.
Becomes more than elastic it was never there quite torn.
Music it is heard and being deaf then it is felt.
Hence stretching when heard can be as deep as any well.
Fetching sticks the dog just stops and opens one such mouth.
Overcoming strokes and smoke has rings of hallucinations.
When it actually, when seen directly, was he ever there?