Monday, February 15, 2010

749. EXPERIENCE

EXPERIENCE
To demonstrate a candle, the flame is lit.
We sit in the corner, idly talking, while
that flame consumes the houses all around us.
Experience, then, is the suture which closes
up the wound : we watch, but do not burn,
we are cut, but do not bleed. It is like that,
simply put, and forthrightly so. There is
nothing else we can do. Fluttering by me,
the hawk is but the hawk, the owl is but
the owl - no matter darkness or light.
They, so consumed 'midst 'self' as are
we, whatever the designation, do what
they do without thinking, just doing.
-
I walked to the water's edge,
and only then realized
my pail had already
been filled.

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