Oct 2019
Enlightenment isn’t the discovery of the already known.
No need to illuminate where the sun had already shone.
I. The Roads Endlessly Traveled
The Truth may be hidden and infallible
It can’t be said the same for its roads
For all past voyagers false or true
Will leave marks, endless trails of clues
A path may be closed
Others cut through
Wind and dust, and overgrowth
May cover and obscure a shallow few
And though light footprints oft lose to leaves and dew
We can’t blame them all for us being astray still
If we stomp out the old
And naively begin anew
Then we will truly be lost
To unknowingly retrace
Footpath already abandoned and used
II. The Miner and the Gardener
And now there are two ways
One clear path to the garden of reason
Always in the open, clear as day
And
Another a tunnel to either valleys or caves
Ever shrouded behind a gateway obscured
Dark in passion, fright or daze
And there are two travellers
Workers searching for the same
The one of the tunnel
Always mines for ore
Dreaming to one day find the sunkissed
Palace
The other of the garden
Constantly gather berries
To fill his insatiable hunger for sweet
Sense and wits
Till now
Both of them have gathered more than
They’ll ever need or use
What pleasant wonder, and departure from this
Tedium
Could they discover if they would switch places
Would the gardener of sense
Finally have a vessel for his fruits
Unused
To not be sullied
And preserve
For all men and women, and children to enjoy
Always, anytime in any season
From summer days of knowledge
To even wintry days of reason
Would the miner of lofty dreams
Rejoice in the replenishing of strength
Forevermore
Sipping the sugary wine
Of ceaseless ideas
Along with his gardener mate
And ***** friends of all earthly grace
All the more stronger
To altogether breach
And reach The Forever
Cloudless Place
Where the sun never sleeps,
But only dreamy coze will we embrace.
No need to illuminate where the sun had already shone.
I. The Roads Endlessly Traveled
The Truth may be hidden and infallible
It can’t be said the same for its roads
For all past voyagers false or true
Will leave marks, endless trails of clues
A path may be closed
Others cut through
Wind and dust, and overgrowth
May cover and obscure a shallow few
And though light footprints oft lose to leaves and dew
We can’t blame them all for us being astray still
If we stomp out the old
And naively begin anew
Then we will truly be lost
To unknowingly retrace
Footpath already abandoned and used
II. The Miner and the Gardener
And now there are two ways
One clear path to the garden of reason
Always in the open, clear as day
And
Another a tunnel to either valleys or caves
Ever shrouded behind a gateway obscured
Dark in passion, fright or daze
And there are two travellers
Workers searching for the same
The one of the tunnel
Always mines for ore
Dreaming to one day find the sunkissed
Palace
The other of the garden
Constantly gather berries
To fill his insatiable hunger for sweet
Sense and wits
Till now
Both of them have gathered more than
They’ll ever need or use
What pleasant wonder, and departure from this
Tedium
Could they discover if they would switch places
Would the gardener of sense
Finally have a vessel for his fruits
Unused
To not be sullied
And preserve
For all men and women, and children to enjoy
Always, anytime in any season
From summer days of knowledge
To even wintry days of reason
Would the miner of lofty dreams
Rejoice in the replenishing of strength
Forevermore
Sipping the sugary wine
Of ceaseless ideas
Along with his gardener mate
And ***** friends of all earthly grace
All the more stronger
To altogether breach
And reach The Forever
Cloudless Place
Where the sun never sleeps,
But only dreamy coze will we embrace.
Please read: :)
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3354537/learn-from-scars-not-flesh-unmarked-song-of-tormented-souls/
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Travel All Roads - The Rational and The Ideal
Enlightenment isn’t the discovery of the already known.
No need to illuminate where the sun had already shone.
By: Yue Xing Yitkbel ****
October 6, 2019, Finished Writing at 23:17
I really should be getting back to reading. But I just can't stop writing all these thoughts that rush to mind. Not exactly that divine and guiding nausea I always feel and have often written about but close:
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2236340/the-guiding-nausea/
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3120157/the-divine-nausea/
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This came to me spontaneously, and so I wrote all in one go. It is my immature exploration of the age-old problem of dualism, and what has been repeated a million times in the dire warning of the various variations of “If we forget the past, we’re doomed to repeat it.” Ironically it is more than likely, now that I have read it through, that it is too simple and obvious of a metaphor and allegory to not have been told before, perhaps even countlessly, and in many languages. The irony being me having read so little to not actually be familiar with human history and our literary past.
Alas, even so, I see too many wise men boast about their correctness in a fallible road to truth while mocking those that walk a different path, perhaps not entirely correct, but still, infallible and non-disprovable as lost souls.
Even though we are all still lost. Perhaps, we are getting ever closer to the end, but nevertheless, it is yet unreached.
And so perhaps it is not so redundant for me to repeat this Critique of Pure Reason in my childish words.
Travel All Roads, Walk All Path.
You’ll never know where it goes, what it shows until you’ve seen and experienced the journey yourself.
Enlightenment isn’t the discovery of the already known.
No need to brighten where the sun had already shone.
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3354537/learn-from-scars-not-flesh-unmarked-song-of-tormented-souls/
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Travel All Roads - The Rational and The Ideal
Enlightenment isn’t the discovery of the already known.
No need to illuminate where the sun had already shone.
By: Yue Xing Yitkbel ****
October 6, 2019, Finished Writing at 23:17
I really should be getting back to reading. But I just can't stop writing all these thoughts that rush to mind. Not exactly that divine and guiding nausea I always feel and have often written about but close:
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2236340/the-guiding-nausea/
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3120157/the-divine-nausea/
---
This came to me spontaneously, and so I wrote all in one go. It is my immature exploration of the age-old problem of dualism, and what has been repeated a million times in the dire warning of the various variations of “If we forget the past, we’re doomed to repeat it.” Ironically it is more than likely, now that I have read it through, that it is too simple and obvious of a metaphor and allegory to not have been told before, perhaps even countlessly, and in many languages. The irony being me having read so little to not actually be familiar with human history and our literary past.
Alas, even so, I see too many wise men boast about their correctness in a fallible road to truth while mocking those that walk a different path, perhaps not entirely correct, but still, infallible and non-disprovable as lost souls.
Even though we are all still lost. Perhaps, we are getting ever closer to the end, but nevertheless, it is yet unreached.
And so perhaps it is not so redundant for me to repeat this Critique of Pure Reason in my childish words.
Travel All Roads, Walk All Path.
You’ll never know where it goes, what it shows until you’ve seen and experienced the journey yourself.
Enlightenment isn’t the discovery of the already known.
No need to brighten where the sun had already shone.
