No, Eliot, it is not the perfume
From a dress or otherwise
That makes me digress.
I digress
Because the mind itself is a digression
Or so I am told.
Sometimes I wonder
If it is not spiritual atyachar
For God to have created
This dilemma, this ridiculousness
That after spending a lifetime
In figuring out the Truth
You are told
What the mind understands
Is still not it.
I would like to ask God,
“Why then God
Give us a mind at all
That cannot fathom it.”
Know Thyself 