Eleven

We believe in such things as the number eleven, can we believe the river leads to the sea?

Eleven

To where this river leads
we’ll never surely know.

I’ve heard there is a heaven.
I want to believe, I suppose.

To know where this river goes
is like the number eleven.

We count it with no quid pro quo;
that it exists, we make no fuss.

We don’t even think to discuss
touching it, or knowing it’s so.

“Behold there is an eleven!”
Is not a faith to be exposed.

No one thinks it leads to heaven,
just a part of the concept: math.

So why should we be so opposed
to propose that there’s an ocean

somewhere down where the river flows,
down where the river loses its name?

Drifting down I get the notion:
purposeless purpose, I should trust.

But is this river on the Path,
or is my faith a bust?