A Focusophical Haiku In Haste, whilst Hoping for a Frosty Moon to Go Skywalking with my Son
enquiry undermines the
felt thought foundations
.... searching for
an infinitely extensive coherence -
which can never be achieved except
as a felt direction ....
I saw my life spread out before me
like the curtain of the stars
the patterns that came there
did I make them?
or do they make me? ....
behind this sensing
thoughts culture logic - how so?
this seems only me ....
letting some words form
I turned off the mind which looks to see:
so I can't know if they're relevant or apt
only that they feel nice to me ....
9th December 2001
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