Kingdom of the Infinite
look anywhere, at a leaf, a small, inconsequential
pebble on a beach, an unguarded human face
what is seen, if you can see it, is beauty
which you might find first as pattern, shape
for its nature is of things related
and an equivalence with another order
of itself and even more poignantly
an exchange between these, like the exchange
between faces that light up, and from there,
suddenly - like the view that takes you breathless
by surprise (rounding the corner of a gradual climb)
the inlet, wooded hills, their further blue - an expansion
of both: the world, real, formed, even this one
part of which you may never walk entirely through,
and a largesse that will never entirely
leave you, the larger possibility
at the brink of which all will always be poised
look anywhere, at a leaf, a small, inconsequential
pebble on a beach, an unguarded human face
what is seen, if you can see it, is beauty
which you might find first as pattern, shape
for its nature is of things related
and an equivalence with another order
of itself and even more poignantly
an exchange between these, like the exchange
between faces that light up, and from there,
suddenly - like the view that takes you breathless
by surprise (rounding the corner of a gradual climb)
the inlet, wooded hills, their further blue - an expansion
of both: the world, real, formed, even this one
part of which you may never walk entirely through,
and a largesse that will never entirely
leave you, the larger possibility
at the brink of which all will always be poised