The Pertinent Question

Anonymous One,
has my insecurity, fear
invented You?
Have I walked through the door
I myself made,
with You but myself magnified, sanctified –
and nothing more?
I have heard talkers talk,
piling up icy blocks of thought
that You are and You are not.
Can my allegiance to measurement
coax out a kiss from You?
Can deference to fine argument
shed light on the question of You?
Shall I sharpen my critical skill?
Will that work wonders for me?
Will that transform me – and the fellow
inclined to agree or disagree?
Shall I not rather ask the question:
Is this body and mind fit to receive
the fragrance of the immeasurable?
This mind is covetous, envious;
it does not always wish others well,
sometimes smiles when others stumble,
and is ensnared within the spell
of myriad self-centred desires.
Shall not impurity see but impurity?
Shall not a petty, limited mind
but hear an echo of its own kind?
I can argue, believe or not believe –
husks rattling on the floor for one
unfit to discover or receive.

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