Would you know Him if you saw Him? It could be the bass player hidden in shadow, holding close the rhythm, his hands so alabaster, finding pearls in a minor key. A waiter waits at your table, his face serene as tea. The humble carver in his wood shop sharpens his brilliant blade.
You look up at the night nurse scrubbed for surgery, & you see, above the mask, his otherworldly eyes.
In Katmandu, wearing robes of saffron in Tibetan sandals, he stands alone.
Oh silent brother, sunset, moonrise, come out from the shuffling crowd. Be transparent as the wind. It’s time to shed your ancient cloak.
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