Sunday, November 21, 2010


A baby chuckles
A climber sees God
A singer finds a note
Seeing the unseen
One must know how to look
One must know where it is
To see what is hidden
Requires a spirit
Filled with hope
Filled with love
And a willingness
To hear it
For the voice within
Is sometimes quiet
Sometimes barely audible
And no matter how we wish it
Does not respond to pride
We are so foolish
We must shuttle our conscience
From thinking and knowing
To knowing and doing
To find the truth
But that proof
Is inside all of us

“Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his
heart, and that depends upon how much he has polished it.
Whoever has polished it more sees more — more unseen
forms become manifest to him.” Rumi