The Buddha left in the middle of the night.
Christ said, "You are not my mother."
The mind is vast and the voice you hear calling
would take you a million miles from here.

And you would be so confusing to everyone.
And everyone would the monster of your perfect science.

Sometimes you think about how nice it would be
to be discovered
like a dog in a sweater.
Then again, taxonomists make poor bedfellows.