I have a text but it is incomplete
in vision, another witness needed
its language early known in Delphi
to achieve full measure I must read
of my creation, as truth loves to hide
in its hermeneutical debate reflected
of ideas, minds or action, for there
is more than one of me inside.
The exegete is too staid and wanting
I am at a point, where only going
beyond, the sign given can I move on.
The scene finished, I received the book
its reading left to me, to ponder and
meditate as love stands in waiting
for another planting, watering care
the nutrients carefully selected for
some chemical miracle that leafs
blooms, flowering as we marvel.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
April 25, 2009
Palmares, Costa Rica