For example, here are the last four lines of one poem:
You are the deep innerness of all things,
the last word that can never be spoken.
To each of us you reveal yourself differently:
to the ship as coastline, to the shore as ship.
I love the phrase "the deep innerness of all things". Yes! I feel that too.
Such freedom lies in knowing that "to each of us you reveal yourself differently". There are infinite expressions of the divine "innerness of all things".
Sometimes the "divine innerness" is just becoming visible...
Sometimes it is in full bloom...
