Why seek ye the living among the dead?
Is there no higher plane on which
to press your search?
Why fill your hours with the empty
building of mausoleums?
He is not here!
But if perchance he could be found
within the realm of inconstant reality;
what would be the sign of his presence?
Do you know the shape of that which you seek?
We cannot name his shape as though it were
some measurable dimension,
capable of being seen by any casual glance.
The shape of the one sought
must ever be found within the seeker
c.2011 from SPLINTERS OF LIGHT by Donna Swanson