Dear Ludwig

Is imagination
possible
without the mind's visualisation?

Dear Ludwig
'Do you understand what you wrote?'
(hesitation--he seemed out of his wit)
'  Give me time--I have to refer to my note'.

Dear Ludwig,

As all language
is only at best
an approximation
is it worth our attention?

Is a thing
  a 'case'?
  if so
  explain the 'case'

As no thought
  could be presented
  as intended
  is language some kind of fraud?

If language
  is limbo
  why should we
  struggle to know?

How come
   the present does seem
   remote and the long
   past as though recent?
   yet looking at the prism
   of time, the future
   appears to have happened
   in conjecture and imagination

   not three
  but a single person
  living in three dimensions
  
  what counts above all
  is individual freedom
  assured so seldom--
  too many indeed
  are trapped in self-prison

  to make sense
of this perpetual conundrum
a long net of life
I'll hurl to harness
the divisive
and have it transformed
into a single collective
I'll know sans doubt then
I've arrived at the wholesome.

.................
      Add 2 spoonfuls of hope
       3 cups of courage
       4 bottles of virus-resistant wine
       10 drums of humour--that's the best way to cope!

I'm just an ordinary writer
don't mistake me for a scholar

Dear Sigmund

Life is not
the ****** drive
but I believe
the will to survive

Dear Sigmund

Whatever the world
might say
you are still the king
your fame would somehow stay!

Dear Sigmund

I am sorry to hear
about your travel-anxiety
if I were near
I could help with my Zen therapy

Dear Sigmund

Perhaps you dream
too often and are fearful
of images and their potency
face them and you wouldn't be doleful!

Dear Sigmund


It might not work with some
your free-assciation theory
your patients hold back
they don't want to look silly

Dear Sigmund

Have you read Zen?
I have no doubt you would benefit
reason it does transcend
it over-shines psychiatry with its infinite wit.

Dear Sigmund

What would you do
when you feel mentally sick?
your mind has turned against you
what therapy would you pick?

Dear Sigmund

You are famous
with your ubiquitous cigar
is that a ****** fixation
that has gone too far?

Dear Sigmund

Do you take tranquillisers
during a bad day?
what would deine Frau
have to say?

Dear Sigmund

You are an avid collector
so full is your room
do you do this
to escape your anxiety and gloom?

Count me out
let others choose to malinger
the sun is setting in the plain
the moment that's now would not come ever

count me out
the day has been heavy labour
night should be a reward
for every honest deed and endeavour

count me out
I've no business to speak of any other
life is an open door
all are entitled to leave and enter

count me in
let me be the true lover
of all things that bless
and are beautiful--forever!

Count me out!
I can't stand
the exhortation
and the shout.

You life could be a piece of cake
but that you alone must bake

Do not take a liking to me on the spot
you would find out later I was not the person you thought

The mind often doesn't know the heart
    we should prevent them from drifting apart

Minding others' business was your pleasure
you were not there when your house was on fire!!

We should inspire
before we expire

I care less about your aptitude
than your attitude.

2050---  Why should I care?
you sort it out---I won't be there!

Here or there, why should I care?
it's none of my affair!

My heart has secret places it desires to go
which even I do not know

The basic fact-sheet of life is this:
too few strikes, too many a miss

That which someone claims to be truth
    it prefers to stay away and remain mute

I retreat for a while but don't go away
I'll be stronger when I return another day.

I, you, they and we
added together= humanity

Saw Clover, my ex-lover
I ran for quick cover !

The mundane and trivial--give me
I will turn it my way into beauty

I don't go
beyond what I know

Every tear that from another eye does fall
reflects our common humanity--one and all

You asked me to explain?
But that would cause you lots of pain

Give me the very hour
it will be my opportunity to empower

They want to know about me
what I am, I hold in secrecy

I am not special nor exceptional
just an individual simple and humble

I wanted from the start to be personable
but stopped short when you proved unreasonable

Bells are made to ring
lips of girls are created for kissing

For sure,  there will always be someone
who would do his best to get me undone

Let this be in your heart: ask no more of the morrow
but that you would not walk in the shadow of sorrow

Is love what people claim
or is it but a silly game?

The future is not time
it's what I'll make sublime

They are my true friends--only
      if they can see and tolerate my folly

Even in the worst of adversity
don't make life your enemy