Thought Displacement
Trip to a land of ecstasy using the easy road of (almost) everyday poetry.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Untitled 29
The sick hierophant calls out
on a sworn friend busy with his craft
the first yelling with subtle insults
as the latter turns the worn-out shaft
With a laughter in disguise
the enlightened man describes the universe
as it was revealed to him my the birds and floating voices
in a way that seemed anti-intellectually perverse
This man of religious and prophetic visions
speaks of contrived truths to the mason
on a level above a common citizen's grasp
but in a manner that actually neglected reason
To which the weary worker replied,
"so, how can you prove the truths of your claims?"
a tall and honest inquiry
to somebody who likes to boldly proclaim
But the eternally wise old soul fell silent
as leaves do in their proper season
the empty gaze and the silent song
of somebody who thought he knew what he thought he knew
The man who builds things to feed a dozen mouths
asking questions to a man drunk with revelations
and never a dull moment, it seems
awaiting the sunset on the windy village of Franche-Comté
The syllable gu means shadows
The syllable ru, he who disperses them,
Because of the power to disperse darkness
the guru is thus named.
— Advayataraka Upanishad 14—18, verse 5
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Untitled 28
A wise man once asked
"where are we all headed?
to which a child offered a reply
"unto a state before we were born"
the wise man pondered
face slowly forming a scorn
"But death can be very different
as night is different from morn"
and the child muttered
"how do we know? we won't
because life is a big secret
simple yet complex
the more we assume knowledge
the more the gap widens"
Wise man exclaimed,
"I see your point
and I believe your honesty.
Now how about a cup of tea?"
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