The Poet I am just got started
The Artist I am is only at his beginning,
Revealing the secrets of an invisible cosmos.
A World invisible to our human eyes and humanity.
A Universe not seeable because of our cognitive senses.
That is why we have not seen our Creator the night we went swimming,
The night the Sun burnt out this field of lilies,
The day we woke up from our sleep and rose… Rose from our graves.
The day we plucked out these roses… And
Accepted the unacceptable…
Because one day the Truth will be revealed
Because one day we will all know
Because one day the little we think we know will be but foolishness.
© Christian D. Koumtog