truth is to be sought, not known
one can drink from its well,
but never drain its contents.
one who thinks they posses the truth
is only looking at the ladle, and not the lake.
picture by Chris Hamilton
About Me
- keith hamilton
- i am a butterfly or a tree. perhaps a mountain stream, or a beam of sunlight early in the morning. i am buddhist, and christian, and muslim and jew and hindu too. my creed is silence. there are no capitals in my name nor capitols where i come from. my flag is weaved from cotton still dotting fields like snow and its pole stands uncut amongst the ponderosa forest. i am brown and red and white and black. i am man and woman, mother and father, son and daughter, sister and brother. i am stranger and friend, never enemy. now you see me and then you don't but i am here with you just the same as you are with me. we are as inseperable as day is from light. i am on the no way to a land infinitely near and forever present.
the no-path leads to where you are
there is enough in the land of now
now-where the children play
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