re reading readily past and present read
read real as a word for what we do
so steadily balancing known on known,
thinking some things at the same instance,
we knew the will to tell, and knew as well
the will to listen, to learn while thinking,
to me
this means that
losing my breath, reaching your reason,
tuning our times to the musical mathematics
all matter is dust, all thought is spirit,
all memory has a price prepaid, the flaw
we may imagine,
maya, Kabir suggests to Rumi, and I ask
might justice mean what Karma does?
The nameless suggester, be it muse, or
some detail in a day so long ago it seems
forever, onward, outward, inward fretting,
lack of knowledge, sublime serpentine bending,
folding, creasing, not snapping in rigged tension,
compliantly bending the knee, image-visualize,
meandering streams of everything,
realize our link to thinking marked taboo.
Discover why secrets are so typical of life,
in bubbles where our sapien relatives live.
All men, wombed or un, catch phrase, me
included, learn in sequence, literally faster
whosoever
than at any time in ever before, we know more,
truth, conscious use of useful knowings shared,
to our advantage, supposing us capable of leading,
while braying mindlessly like a
sotted piper, blues on a fancy Hohner, here we go
asking reception signaling the surfing analogy,
lift us as might those children we see ourselves, once,
imagine turning at the first star on the left, using
Peter Pan, then Peter Principle, from Canada,
Laurence J. Peter, appears in color,
dressed in polyester 70's gear,
as would have looked cool on TV
while McLuhan was doing his thing.
Fit the mind into the hard problem,
let it seem the spiritual force, why
imagine satisfaction while satisfied?
What a man hath, why doth he hope for?
As when Lobsters stack for social duty,
forming hierarchies, certainly,
Delphic precepts urge recalling 1, 2, 3,
know how empty you are, know how small
your little lamp, asking measure mete,
nothing spilled remains thine own, surplus
is for general consumption, evolution taxes
the comprehension of the universal conversation,
we find old rules used to form governable clusters
of us, tabula rosa versions of each of us,
mirroring imaginable completed visions,
like Google Earth, eh,
imagine, we live there, and where we see from
is this imagined plateau in nowhere, really, just
imagine, spell binding,
how newly known is all we know, each time,
the economy collapses and we are left wondering,
was the pile wrong at the bottom, first test of load
bearing Lobster pride for being most useful, calling all
come climb on my back and become the memory,
of original reasons used to do truly childish things.
Roof high stilts was one we succeeded at,
having seen it done, doing it was nothing,
couple of old two by fours, common
artifacts in growing towns out west… nailgun
misfires come to the magnet rescued
from the uncoiled motor
on the old concrete mixer. Grandpa had hammers.
Life with electricity, safe bet, you never had no choice
but to live in a world without power… industrial strength,
but the stacking order adaptations from King of the Hill,
does evolve a kind of specific survival set of reasons,
make do, make things change, to become ladders,
and then stilts, to walk along the Al Can Highway
waving at the tourists on their way to Vegas,
as society evolved around us, hiding wrecking yards,
all the weights in the bag, when balance is primary,
all the weights prove their worth, be it true to fair.
We can think we know less than we must to finish,
but that is maya talking, the cloud of unknowable's
tyrannical kind of order,
attempting to dam the flow…
first king reason, ready to speak up and say, I know.
I know, yes, just
what you mean by too much,
too much
water in your cistern, let it flow down gutters
intelligently placed to slow erosion,
leaving
first pure, mere thought bought by breathing
consistently for seventy five years, attended to
by books that my grandma read as a child,
and my grandchildren read this summer.
Presently passing on the purpose of first and last.
Godin's Practice, a lesson, learned or spurned, whose to judge...
daily musing using magic tools unthinkable except in books, since ever ago,
a good book is one you enjoyed experiencing in your youthful mind.
I recommended Stranger in a Strange Land, got a fair response.