in a wise moment we know
not only are we infinitely more than we pretend
but our true nature unfolds
only at the meeting edge of
divine remembrance and mortal forgetting.
we seek our divine nature.
yet our own self-forgetting,
the sole exception to the all-knowing perfection,
is just what the divine ever longs for.
it’s the perfect exchange.
what else to give the one who is everything?
the journey is,
how to make the offering.
