Leonard told us
It’s the cracks
Through which we see the light

I’ve been looking for them
Those cracks in my shell

My problem is this:
Words keep sealing up
Every crack I find

As soon as I find a crack
I name it
As soon as I name it
It is this
It is not any other that
As soon as I name it
The name becomes glue
And seals the crack

On and on 
Around my shell
I search
Whenever I see light
I know there is a crack
What crack?

God?
Enlightenment?
Satori?
Savasana?

Oh damn
It’s sealing up again
No more crack

I give up
I rest in the center
And let the shell be

Soon
I am flooded
And floating
In many cracked light