Writing poetry is an attempt to share some-thing about a non-thing. The essence and consequences of the experience will always remain beyond words. Words can only be limited. It is in their nature. Poetry can brush, with the tip of its breath, the lips of the Great Mystery. But even poetry cannot say much about it. With Grace, it may end up conveying “something” of it. With Grace, it may open our heart, giving us the opportunity to become an empty space, where It can reveal itself.
