At wit’s end
What remains of hope
When all’s been said and done
That can be said and done
But passes by uncared for
Until it can be said and done
No more?
.
Then, hope remains in silent stillness
The catalytic influence of receptive space
That calls all smoothly into and out from place
The everlasting grace
In which all true love and life abides with reason
Beyond the wit of abstract frameworks —
Those homogeneous fields of notion
In which all can only randomly drift
Or be pushed and pulled by manipulative force
Exerted from some place else
Besides
For further explorations of natural inclusion, see http://www.spanglefish.com/exploringnaturalinclusion and watch this conversation: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IKBlGtzEJoo