An Awkward Comparison

This physical world has no two things alike. 
Every comparison is awkwardly rough.

You can put a lion next to a man, 
but the placing is hazardous to both.

Say the body is like this lamp.
It has to have a wick and oil. Sleep and food. 
If it doesn't get those, it will die,
and it's always burning those up, trying to die.

But where is the sun in this comparison? 
It rises, and the lamp's light
mixes with the day.
                            Oneness,
which is the reality, cannot be understood 
with lamp and sun images. The blurring 
of a plural into a unity is wrong.

No image can describe
what of our fathers and mothers,
our grandfathers and grandmothers, remains.

Language does not touch the one
who lives in each of us.