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Best August Night Ever

August 29, 2025

As I sit here of an evening in the midst of all my sins,

listening to a symphony

of locust violins,

I dream of being brave as a spineless arthropod,

unsilenced by the shadow

of this giant I call God.

I envy dusty August nights as they forget to rain,

but seem to feel no guilt at all

and carry zero shame.

I envy their complacency, their disregard for should,

their absolute conviction

that dark and dry is good.

Now in the deeper darkness of the space inside my mind,

a thousand doubts begin to die,

a billion inner stars to shine.

And I am like these crickets, singing in this choir,

who went through no audition

or other purifier.

Their songs are their confessions, but there is no penance due.

The audience of One applauds

wherever there are two.

There is no two without the One; no three or four or five.

There is not a single number

in which One is not alive.

It seems my sins have disappeared into this August night,

when One is asking questions

and every answer’s right,

and every cricket knows

that the song that One prefers

above all other songs

is hers.

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