Rays Uncounted

Of seven rays the colours of light

More I could not see

Yet they were there

All paths of light spilling out the truth

Going uncounted of them

That for love knew nothing

Going unnamed and untitled

The rays could not be pulled apart

Or owned, or torn to shreds

Or chopped up in pieces.

Maligned they were in  

Multiplicity’s deceptive knowledge

Thinking I knew, I was counting

And counting paths left holes

And as many gaps in truth

As rays named

Could I count the stars

I would know how many rays

Could I count every grain of sand

On every shore

I might even see them all

But if I knew all things

Which only those who know nothing do

I should find I had hardly begun to see them