Enthusiasm

ἐνθουσιασμός (enthousiasmos)

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What words conceal and convey,

What still somehow remains

In the planted seed

Of the hollow reed,

When nothing needs to be said.

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Enthusiastic and alive,

What we call day

Has begun.

What manner of surprise

Will reveal itself in the One?

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Why can I,

Surrounded by life,

Somehow forget,

In the midst of dread,

To live now before

Arriving at

What’s named as death?

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A billion years,

Millions of lifetimes,

And countless hours

Measuring me.

Therein lies the beast.

To measure is to count,

Not making it count in the least.

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Stop for a moment.

Just give me a second

Of this ridiculous measure

Called time…

Pause and look

Beyond the book,

And tell me what you find.

What, pray tell, is yours and mine?

Beyond the source divine.

The word contained at one time

Some sleight of hand

To understand

This enthusiastic Now.

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All of this is more that this,

Beyond narrated beliefs.

All is all, and when it comes,

The rush you can’t resist.

Enthusiastic Ecstasy is

What You are,

When you are not

Believed to be.