I need a map!
"I" always needs a map
to navigate what
is unnavigable~
thus the frustration
of searching and
not yet finding the
map~seems as the
seeker's lament~~
I need a map!
"I" always needs a map
to navigate what
is unnavigable~
thus the frustration
of searching and
not yet finding the
map~seems as the
seeker's lament~~
Books
are stories
with nuggets which
may resonate
as the book burns~~
“I seemed to see that this life that we live in half-darkness can be illumined, this life that at every moment we distort can be restored to its true pristine shape, that a life, in short, can be realised within the confines of a book!”
— Marcel Proust
Memories~
arise on the canvas
not then not now~
inexplicable images
with emotional paint
and empty detail~
Stories
seem as seeking
a new story
which says
this story is
sufficient~~
Stories
are portrayals
of what is known
nothing more or less~
the employment
of words to extract
knowing from the
unknowable~~
Stories
arrive early
and stay late~
mysterious and
strange and
begging questions~~
Wood and trees
ocean and waves
nothing and everything~
these are stories
which when
nothing whispers
seem to cross
without crossing
a divide~~
Non-dual Stories~
how to distinguish
we might ask~
stories are not stories
without breakage~
that's how it seems
only how it seems~~
Nothing
is happening
as everything
happens~~
Words
arise paradoxically~
and so
not-this-word
accompanies each
word~~
Words
are futile and
fleeting and
precious~~
Words
are temporary
names for what
is permanent~~
Words
are always fresh
as they arise
with the smoke
from their burning
already in
the air~~