Monday, November 10, 2014

Vahana Who

Looking out the picture window, 
I thought I saw an orange owl. 
It was mid-November, leaves 
already fallen. An optical 
illusion, it was not. It flew 
away as fast as I could tell 
whether it was an owl or something 
other—it wasn't something other. 
Whatever we believe the world 
to be, it is. That dazzling vision 
is just as real as you or me 
and flies upon a great intent. 
Here it is! It never went.

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