Somewhere in the dawning of morning
In the moonlight far before noon
Lies the flickering stars of the evening
The sun shines on the moon.

A crippled man stands on the corner
Repeating his minded chant.
To no one is he a foreigner
Telling who he is, he both can and he can’t.

He rocks from side to side
Repeating the same wordy sighs.
I move closer trying to hide
There is only whiteness in his eyes.

I listen intently to what he has to say
For how can a ******* man without any eyes
Tell me any lies?
What he spoke of went something like this.

“In the beginning that which is was all there was and there was nothing else. Yet all that there was could not know itself because all that is was all there was and there was nothing else. So much so that all that is could not be. For in the absence of something else, all that is, is not. All that is knew it was all there was but this was not enough. For it could only know who it was conceptually and never know of its own touch. Yet for the experience of itself is what it yearned. For it wanted to know what it would be like if only it could know itself. But all that is could never know itself unless that which its not showed up. For in the absence of that which its not, that which is, is not. The one thing that all there is knew is that there was nothing else. So it could not nor would it ever know itself from a point outside itself because such a point did not exist. The is not wasn’t, just as the am not was. Still the all of everything wished to know itself. This pure, unseen, unheard, unobserved and therefore unknown energy chose to experience itself as it was, utterly magnificent. To do this it had to use a reference point from within. It thus divided itself into portions – each portion less than the whole and being now less than the whole it could look back on itself and see its magnificence. So in one glorious moment with all that was divided, itself becoming in one instant all that is this and all that which is that. For the first time, this and that could co-exist quite apart from each other. As did all that was neither. Thus three elements suddenly existed. That which is here and that which is there and that which is neither here nor there. But that which is neither here and neither there had to exist in order for that which is here and that which is there to exist. It is the nothing that holds the everything. It is the non-space which holds the space. It is in the everything that we find itself for it is he that divided itself into the here and the there and into the no where. Therefore itself is all there is as well as itself is all that is not. For in creating that which is here and that which is there, itself could experience itself from within and from without. From no-thing sprang everything which some choose to call “The Big Bang.” And with the possibility of here or there came the difference we know as time. For first it was here and then it was there and the period from here to there was measurable. As the parts of itself which were seen began to define themselves, so too did the parts unseen. Itself knew that for love to exist and to know itself as pure love its exact opposite had to exist as well. The great polarity of the great opposite of love is fear. But in the instant that fear existed, so too could love exist and be experienced. In order to know that all this is true – all you have to do is to follow your heart.”

I watched him as he stumbled along
With one leg turned oddly to one side.
I knew this man could do me no wrong
For he could not even see his crooked stride.

I stepped up beside him and took him by the arm,
“Sir, could I possibly give you a ride?”
“I guess that would do no harm.”
Soon we were side by side.

“Son,” he called me – turning those egg white eyes
To me, he asked – “Do I know you?”
“Yes sir, I’m just a part of all that is -
And a part of all that is not – just a part of your crew.”