Aug 2016
On the clothesline the tablecloth hangs
And its pattern moves in the breeze
And in the blue sky sunlight
And against the strength of the line.
And in no other place does it reside
Except here and now in your mind.
It is not enough to see the world
Spread out in frenzy.
Not enough the lilies bloom,
Not enough until we say so.
Not enough bees come and go,
Not enough unless we think so.
© 2016
And its pattern moves in the breeze
And in the blue sky sunlight
And against the strength of the line.
And in no other place does it reside
Except here and now in your mind.
It is not enough to see the world
Spread out in frenzy.
Not enough the lilies bloom,
Not enough until we say so.
Not enough bees come and go,
Not enough unless we think so.
© 2016
The reality of the world is not the reality of the world, but the reality of what we name it. The tablecloth does hang on the line until we make note of it. The lilies do not bloom and the bees do not hive unless we say so by naming them.
