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'One Who Knows Does Not Think, Speak Or Write...': Turning Back to Now

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    • CommentAuthorCarl
    • CommentTimeAug 16th 2006 edited
     # 1

    "Be here now", they say. ... er, nice illusion! Sure, I'm also guilty. This, like "love they neighbor as thy self", reflects what we feel missing. What's wrong? Are we somewhere else? Well sure, the reason 'it' feels missing is because we are not 'here now'. But, if we could be, we would be, which makes such wishful thinking aphorisms a by-path of sorts. We jump to The Solution (panacea), rather than turning back to the causes lying beneath our feet. Perhaps 'causes' are too boring; 'solutions' excite us. All it needs is a fresh coat of paint! :wink:

    So what now? I fell into a rare poetic mood (rare for me; the last one was 30 years ago). So, for what they're worth...

    * * *
    'Here' and 'there', 'now' and 'later',
    We loath the former, love the latter.
    For over there in the future,
    We're sure to find joy ever after.

    * * *
    We are lost, by-paths abound,
    And because we're so clever,
    We're too stupid to be found,

    * * *
    Is this special?
    Of course!
    I'm a tomato.

    * * *
    Confident arrogance
    Lays claim to merit,
    Because it feels none.

    * * *
    This consciousness we all share,
    A sense of emptiness is lurking there,
    Hurry, fill it up, increase the glare,

    Yet, in that silent stillness, so sublime,
    I am you, an ant, a duck, a tomato vine,
    My, oh my,... how odd this family of mine.

    * * *
    The flower promises so much,
    But withers before we know,
    And if left un-pollinated,
    It's promised seeds we'll never sow,

    * * *
    Oh how marvelous, how grand,
    Look we have it all, now in our hand,
    But, the moment came and went,
    Before we knew it, gone, heaven sent.

    • CommentAuthorCarl
    • CommentTimeOct 3rd 2006 edited
     # 2

    I got to feeling rather sensitive the other day. This time the feeling brought forth words which came out like a poem, I guess. Geez, now twice in 30 years. I hope this isn't a trend. But that is another story.

    * * *

    I have nothing to live for,
    I've lost most every desire,
    Likewise I have nothing to die for,
    I'll just go when it is my time.

    My mind's eye sees far and wide,
    Yet, my heart feels yet further,
    Through space and time, now eternal,
    I'm almost through the gateway.

    It is no longer my show,
    So I'm waiting, here, now,
    Stillness is, here, now,
    Turning back is the way forward.

    This knowing, feeling, being,
    Becomes easier as by-paths crumble,
    Still, how to be a shadowy presence?
    Breathe! It happens simply, naturally.

    So, am I ready?
    Is the fruit ripe?
    Taste it 'now',
    And see

    But, don't lament attachment,
    Hold on as long as you can,
    Freedom from desire
    Is not what it seems when it comes

    Only when I'm working hard
    Does rest sound inviting,
    Only when I'm hungry,
    Does food taste so fine,
    Only when enslaved by desire,
    Does freedom feel free.

    • CommentAuthorCarl
    • CommentTimeDec 5th 2006 edited
     # 3

    I can only believe what I perceive,
    Yet even that is bound to deceive,
    Especially if it be what I conceive,
    A dilemma only turning back can relieve.

    • CommentAuthorJoe
    • CommentTimeDec 6th 2006 edited
     # 4

    Thanks Carl. I hardly ever read any poetry. But I enjoy yours; puts a fresh spin on the Tao Te Ching.

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