With what great faculty would you describe
a something that is nothing in itself –
an emptiness that does not rise or fall,
but is and isn’t, both, at the same time,
and lights, but doesn’t land, adrift in time
(which is not quite a ribbon, nor a wheel),
a thought that thinking has no way to grasp
or shape into a solid universe.
Beyond, beyond, beyond what is beyond;
if you can see it, do not trust your eyes.
25 JUN 2024
Leave a CommentTrue knowledge is free;
it grows like roadside flowers.
Who can afford it?
The trick is letting it go
so it can keep blossoming.
Paying tuition
at such a school is so hard:
you owe attention.
You can’t write a check for that;
your life is not accounting.
17 JUN 2024
Leave a CommentIf you would seek wisdom,
the walls of your prison
must be made a prism.
To purify vision,
let light begin creeping
like mice, softly sneaking,
almost still half sleeping –
if wisdom you’re seeking.
03 MAY 2017
Leave a CommentThe wise men all say look within; and still, we focus outward. Is it because we’re deaf, or stupid? Maybe we’re just cowards.
In so many ways, our memories are like poetry: distillations of images that if given too much solid detail become stodgy, boring and definitely unmusical. Show, don’t tell; as if in telling too much, you’re actually hiding behind an edifice of words and not revealing the soft, white underbelly everyone suspects is there.
And how far back does a really accurate memory go? How useful is it to remember everything in detail? If a manic-depressive were to actually appreciate while at one end of the spectrum the absolute height or depth of the opposite cycle, how even keeled they might become! Like the mystic story of the king who wished to have something to both sober him when he felt too happy, and intoxicate him when he felt too dry, and was eventually given a trinket inscribed “this too shall pass”. Is there REALLY a middle way?
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