The Dudeism Oracool

Into the skies one summer’s day,
I sent a little thought away,
Up to where in the blue round
The sun sat shining without sound.
Then my thought came back to me–
Little thought, what did you see?
In the regions whence you came?
And when I spoke, my thought was dumb.
But she breathed of what was there,
In the pure bright upper air.
And because my thought so shone,
I knew she had been shone upon.

–William Brighty Rands, “The Thought”