#poiesis
If you cast a rod
and catch the moon,
lock the reel;
prolong the night—
some
the owl on the old tree
isn’t yet
wearing glasses,
yet tries
to hoot—
some
as long
as the reel’s locked,
the night’s—
the attire
it’ll be dark
‘till the owl,
the night-blooming jasmine, and sun—
become jaded;
‘till the owl
wears glasses;
‘till the reel’s locked
the owl
must hoot—
some.
Jul 16, 2024
Jul 16, 2024 at 9:28 AM UTC
Nothing, actual thing-level not being -ness,
neti-neti or this and that,
poiesis and aesthesis
-as is, so it is -
you know,
just
do, you know, that's right
for a reason
made up
in a mind, I decide
this is that
state, walking in the garden, naming things,
knowing nothing more. Names of things,
nothing more, save boundaries,
touch not, taste not, and never breach the wall.
Aug 19, 2022
Aug 19, 2022 at 1:11 PM UTC