now here are the questions
does romance sing or does it sting
now i realize that with a mirror the angle of reflection is
always equal to the angle of incidence... but why?
can the center be described?
can you describe a hole in a piece of wood?
well... it's brown and it has grain.. right?
no, that's the wood...
oh well it's the blackish part
no, no, wait a minute that's the background
ok....forget the wood. Can you describe the self?
well the self has status and belongs, gets good strokes and bad
roles, beliefs and goals, relationships
no, those are surrounding the self
so who what where are we?
that oh so mysterious orb
we look up to within
what is the thing I'm thinking through?
what is the thing that thinks through me?
I only have two questions..........
who am why?
so i sit and send out thoughts
like ships to an silver sea
they float to error and to fancy
through distance and repose
some thoughts come back to mind
and always try to change you
some of mostly shadow
have nothing to say and say it
some in dying light hang with
gods long forgotten and memories.....suspended
some most precious ar eclipsed
but most are not real
in there corresponding cadence
but do you know when you are sitting very quiet
or talking with someone
and you're really connecting
you reach a place where a porthole
from inside opens up
lights come on
things unconscious become conscious
mysteries all in shade pour through to open eyes
thoughts come from far beyond the fleshy wall
and have hermitic tales to tell
so endearing so be deep
through fields of glass my questions keep
till answers quench my wanting soul
i smell the scent of waking manna
this as a whisper coming so near the inward flavor of the infinite
i have so much to share then i forget what i was thinking about