Embers of babel

words are crude tools though they may be beautiful   images are crude tools though they too may be beautiful expressive wondrous inspiring   yet only rarely do we penetrate the depths   we are prisoners who have discovered the limits of ours cage   we are bound by consciousness   nonetheless   nonetheless   we persevere we seek we probe we go beyond and learn to communicate with aura and eyes    and perhaps may discover the holy realms of the wordless the source  the one