Appearances

Thin skin – false strength
Outside my mind in the present
The flow makes its way

So often
I confuse
Here for now.

Watching “Liquid Sky”
Until the space ship
Landed in the eye.

“what’s it going to be?
Just be ready.’’

I know
What I don’t know
Won’t know
Can’t know
No no no no

I must imagine
What is before me

Is listening the silence I need?

My voice makes me
Take the place of the world
I displace...it won’t
Let what is happening
Happen on its own.

Peter, some monks and aesthetics spend their whole lives trying to silence the voices in their heads. I think the secret to leading a productive life is not to silence those voices, but to train them to say what you want to hear. Good poem, I enjoyed the read.

Les

Thanks, Les.

Yet I'm not so certain that I want my voices to say what I want them to say.

Cheers,

Peter