Words to awaken by

Is it possible that mere words,

but phonemes that bestir the air,

can transcend inherent limits,

and somehow come to intend

the sublime beauty of nature --

despite what is said, or not said,

about the ineffability of the Tao.

Could it also be that perchance,

upon some mystical occasions,

a unexpected exception is made,

and out of some wordless depths

of fertile silence and stillness,

a wormlike sentence is born,

and crawls across the page,

devouring the empty spacetime,

whereupon it spins a lyrical cocoon,

emerging after a cryptic timeline,

as if by divine grace or magic,

as an intricately transfigured

metamorphosed metaphor ...

an utterance taking wing,

that in a flight of imagining,

like Logos bewitched by Eros,

sings words to awaken by.