If you believe what I believe, you’ll inherit a long series of misunderstandings.
Some of these misunderstandings were handed down, others I conjured alone.
If you believe what I believe, you’ll believe that you believe nothing —
Or that you’ve risen above belief, like the sun on a cold winter morning.
But beware, because soon there will be clouds, and you’ll believe in them too.
Behold a flight of geese — your belief in perfect formation until their last call.
The well is deep. Drink of it freely. But truly drink — don’t only believe that you do.
If you believe what I believe, remember that it changes from breath to breath,
And that one brief, infinite sleep erases it all. That is my blessing —
To believe anything, and everything, ever so grand, and even this small.
But the belief that you’re really listening — I laugh at myself.
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[ 2085 ]
Categories: The Art of Being
William Michaelian 