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Newborn

NEWBORN

She knows nothing
She doesn’t know that
She knows without knowing
Best not to tell her that though
It would take years and years
For her to recover her grace
Effortless effortlessness
No need for knowing
Unknown knowing

Absurdism: Shadorma

ABSURDISM*

We have dreams
And so we dream life
Where we dream
Of a life
In which we draw a fine line
And then erase it

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* “In philosophy, “the Absurd” refers to the conflict between the human tendency to seek inherent value and meaning in life and the human inability to find any in a purposeless, meaningless or chaotic and irrational universe. The universe and the human mind do not each separately cause the Absurd, but rather, the Absurd arises by the contradictory nature of the two existing simultaneously.

As a philosophy, absurdism furthermore explores the fundamental nature of the Absurd and how individuals, once becoming conscious of the Absurd, should respond to it. The absurdist philosopher Albert Camus stated that individuals should embrace the absurd condition of human existence while also defiantly continuing to explore and search for meaning.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Absurdism.

Visceral: Tanka

VISCERAL

Sometimes I wonder
Which it is the one of us
Who’s the most afraid
Sometimes I sit and wonder
Whether you wonder that too

Itchy You … Bless You

ITCHY YOU … BLESS YOU

Nothing feels quite right
The spiritual path beckons
You pay at the door

Down the road apace
Looking into this and that
One rebecomes all

Anyway

ANYWAY

I don’t know what I’m doing
But I’ll do it anyway

This seems sensible
But I’ll do it anyway

This seems stupid
But I’ll do it anyway

I don’t know what I’m doing
But I’ll do it anyway

Hands Free And Spinning

HANDS FREE AND SPINNING

Once we recognise
That we have
No reliable knowledge
Of our future
Beyond conjecture
Nor any absolute control of it
We can only be left with uncertainty.

Of course it is more comfortable
Not to dwell on these truths too much though.

The Other Shoe

THE OTHER SHOE

Hark! A singing heart
A swallow … A butterfly
Awaiting an ear

Opinion As Opiate

OPINION AS OPIATE

We call it the truth
Made up as we go along
So quick to protect
Then again why not relax?
Let uncertainty buoy us

Across The Ocean: Tanka

ACROSS THE OCEAN

“Am I coherent?”
You asked … I made a meaning
Out of what you said
Hopefully it is the one
You had in mind … But who knows?

Poems Lead Poets

POEMS LEAD POETS

This poem as emerged is actually
far more bitter and anguished
than its writer. Or far less …
What the hell. Let’s let it go;
it’s just the way it grew.

The initial germ here sprouted out
from a piece of Sarah’s weeks ago
that somehow caught my interest.
I’d have trouble locating it now;
it’s transmorphed completely.

Laboured at it for hours; it wouldn’t let go.
Clearly it’s determined to have its say.
As for you, happening by readers
looking out for an explanation
dream on, friends, dream on.

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