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Novitiate
NOVITIATE
I ask myself
Do I love you?
Is grass green?
Is the sky blue?
Look deep
Do I love you?
Is grass grass green?
Is the sky sky blue?
Look deeper
Do I love you?
Is grass just green?
Is the sky just blue?
Do I love you?
Look deeper yet
The Noble Silence Twentieth Century Style
THE NOBLE SILENCE TWENTIETH CENTURY STYLE
Whenever she feared that she did not have
Anything much worthwhile to contribute
She’d restrict herself to a ‘Like’, a Smiley
Kept her vast swathes of ignorance private
It might do her public image no good at all
Pride And Prejudice: Tanka
PRIDE AND PREJUDICE
They said not a word
For not a word need be said
A cloud of silence
Always accompanied them
Others looked on bathed in awe
Yellow Card
YELLOW CARD*
We cannot understand anything
While our understanding gets in the way.
Stop expecting what you’re expecting.
It’s time to give up.
But who is it that gives up?
Okay I give up.
…..
…..
Some unknown friend came by
Dropping a little yellow card
Through my letterbox today.
On one side were the words
“The words which are written
On the other side are true.”
On the other were the words
“The words which are written
On the other side are false.”
…..
…..
Stop expecting what you’re expecting.
It’s time to give up.
But who is it that gives up?
Okay I give up.
We cannot understand anything
While our understanding gets in the way.
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Ah Now I See: Four By Six
AH NOW I SEE
What we dismiss as shit
(Beyond the bodily)
Is no more than something
That we don’t understand
False Premise: Shadorma
FALSE PREMISE
Mountaineers
Each their own mountain
Up and up
Leave behind
All those souls down far below
And each other too
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.
Lest We Forget: Tanka
LEST WE FORGET
No evil people
Only very messed up ones
A part of ourselves
We often forget that though
And hold my hand up also
Formernesses Recalled
FORMERNESSES RECALLED
“Is it up?” she wantonly cried
I knew not how and yet
For lost were we in that
Conjecture manifest
… Untongued
… Momentarily
… Eternally
I knew not how and yet
Still know not yet
In retrospect
Grasping at straws as I may
As any of us ever may
This camel’s broken back
Added to the score
Adieu
Godspeed
Ben Naga 