Sunday, September 6, 2009

525. THERE IS NO THADDEUS MEDIVARKIS

THERE IS NO
THADDEUS MEDIVARKIS
I have come here humbly; bearing
rags and a pail filled with water. For two
days I have kept vigil with the Sun in
its risings and settings. If it can be
that you believe in something, it must
only be to believe in the Sun. We are,
in that respect, all primitives seeking
solace in light. Every mythology since
that beginning ends up at the same point:
whatever God you would call it,
it is the reborn Sun each day you seek.
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Without that, this Life would be as water.
A passing flush, a useless flow.
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I have heard the many words before.
I have seen the tall ones and the short
bow down or genuflect before their lucre
or power or wisdom or strength.
Everything fades, my foolish cherry,
everything passes away.

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