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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.
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Jul 16, 2024
Jul 16, 2024 at 9:28 AM UTC
THE OWL
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.
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Aug 19, 2022
Aug 19, 2022 at 1:11 PM UTC
Nobody thinks of nothing