25.) Given All Of Everything That Mattered...

Given all of everything that mattered

Made rich, abundant, and all complete

I, for my own happiness of it, could do nothing

But long to share what I had

Yet mine was the sadness of the full thing

Not able to give, because none could receive it:

Not SAME – not fitting in – no little space –

Like ‘blue’ cannot give to ‘orange’

It wasn’t orange, so orange would not accept it –

Like the bird that is free in air, is dead in water

Heaven’s things didn’t fit in Earth’s –

They couldn’t breathe there – like flowers

Not every nutrient was good for every plant

Perhaps my treasure would kill it?

It was like water, which cannot go where a dam is.

So all I could do was encrypt it, set it in cipher

Mystify the simple truth, make it palatable to others

Cloud the message, obscure it, dress it in hayricks

Making of it, nothing but a riddled muddle.

It was my sorrow that what I had was not wanted

I saw I was, and would be, ever alone.

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