Strange experiences,
Unusual occurrences,
Imaginary dialogues
With physical phenomena:
Awoke with a migraine,
‘Hello,’ I thought at it
And an impression of astonishment
Broke out from that direction,
As if to say,
“What a surprise!
As more usually you admonish,
Complaining intensely,
But today instead,
You say, ‘hello?’
How peculiar
This.”
And so, I considered
Whether it could be
That such phenomena
Could manifest its own personality
Or even
A kind of
Temporary existence,
A transitory self-consciousness;
And also,
Some form of memory,
A recall
Of past incarnations maybe?
But how could that be?
Or could it be
Purely a fantasy,
A fantastical phantasmagoria?
Either way, the discomfort dissolved.
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Sunday, July 17, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Elapsed: Befuddled
What to write?
Not the foggiest idea,
The well runs dry
With the summer heat;
Many notions
Drift about,
Bumping each other
As they flit;
Jostling and jumping,
Thumping and harrumphing,
Burbling and bleating,
No single thought completing;
Compassion and malice,
Soft and callous,
Murmuring and trumpeting,
Crashing and floating;
Images of action,
Languor and sloth,
Good intentions
That dissolve into inventions;
Imagination roils
And anger boils,
Confusion arises
And relief ensues.
What to do
When there are so many options
And yet so much fatigue,
Seeking a reprieve.
Finally fastening on my working clothes
And preparing to go out;
Released from wondering
What it’s all about.
Not the foggiest idea,
The well runs dry
With the summer heat;
Many notions
Drift about,
Bumping each other
As they flit;
Jostling and jumping,
Thumping and harrumphing,
Burbling and bleating,
No single thought completing;
Compassion and malice,
Soft and callous,
Murmuring and trumpeting,
Crashing and floating;
Images of action,
Languor and sloth,
Good intentions
That dissolve into inventions;
Imagination roils
And anger boils,
Confusion arises
And relief ensues.
What to do
When there are so many options
And yet so much fatigue,
Seeking a reprieve.
Finally fastening on my working clothes
And preparing to go out;
Released from wondering
What it’s all about.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Elaboration: Answers and Questions
To see
The sunrise in the sunset,
The high noon in the midnight,
The joy within the despair,
The quiet within the noise
This is the goal,
The task,
The delight,
The happiness;
It is the only endeavour
I think worthwhile
And to be able to
Do this all the while,
No matter where,
No matter when,
To see here in there
And there in there;
When I have learned
This lesson,
Maybe, . . .
This will be freedom?
But still,
I can make neither head
Nor tail of things.
And why?
Perhaps because
There is no head
Nor any tail
To make anything of
But only anything itself
To regard,
Including
That which regards.
The sunrise in the sunset,
The high noon in the midnight,
The joy within the despair,
The quiet within the noise
This is the goal,
The task,
The delight,
The happiness;
It is the only endeavour
I think worthwhile
And to be able to
Do this all the while,
No matter where,
No matter when,
To see here in there
And there in there;
When I have learned
This lesson,
Maybe, . . .
This will be freedom?
But still,
I can make neither head
Nor tail of things.
And why?
Perhaps because
There is no head
Nor any tail
To make anything of
But only anything itself
To regard,
Including
That which regards.
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