Names
That bird is called a dove.
It neither knows nor needs to.
That season is called spring.
That planet is called venus.
They neither know nor need to.
They manage better in fact
Without us or any names.
They do not call us anything,
Aware the name of each thing
Is its inward reality and that
Which we are in the end
Is our real name with God.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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