answer (2)
January 17, 2017 at 5:09 pm Leave a comment
answer (2)
you awaited answer so long
that quite assuredly you no longer expected it:
indeed, you’d forgotten the question
when a quiet voice spoke,
a small voice, perhaps
interior, saying, “not the thing but its meaning;
the word’s inflection, not
the word: uncurved lines
are the mind’s product.
there is no certain course
nor goal. between
birth and death is only a moment. look. be.” but,
no longer
quite recalling your query,
you merely pause for a moment, startled, and then
return
to your housework and vague musings
on the absence of joy, and dreams.
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I began studying something on a ship voyage to Japan. My adopted mother couldn’t bear traveling by plane. It’s the sort of study that you finish by entirely missing the way or dying.
Entry filed under: history, modal philosophy, On Truth, philosophy, poetry, zen. Tags: about reality, poetry from voices.
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