like stones and trees

 It opens, the gate to the garden
 with the docility of a page
 that frequent devotion questions
 and inside, my gaze
 has no need to fix on objects
 that already exist, exact, in memory.
 I know the customs and souls
 and that dialect of allusions
 that every human gathering goes weaving.
 I've no need to speak
 nor claim false privilege;
 they know me well who surround me here,
 know well my afflictions and weakness.
 This is to reach the highest thing,
 that Heaven perhaps will grant us:
 not admiration or victory
 but simply to be accepted
 as part of an undeniable Reality,
 like stones and trees.

-Jorge Luis Borges

sunrise

an undeniable Reality