In 1988, I published a chapbook of Poetry titled
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Here's the title poem:
The Mystery Remains
Like a flower-full plantTurned inside out
Like a powerful thought
Without a doubt
Like a flower-full plant
Tuned outside in
Like a paradise sought
In a world without sin
Human Being
Knows,
Grows, and seeing,
Sows,
Flows, and freeing,
Shows, agreeing
To share creation
With Naming of the Nameless
By both the unNamed one of us
All together, Apart
And,
To gather two
In union of one
At one with itself
Alone
At once
There is a tree
In a garden of light
Yet, it is dark
Unto
Unto
Itself
