Discover A New Perspective
Idle and idle do I sit with my words,
Knowing and unknowing play with each other in thoughts
But there is no thought
No mind
No eye
No I
No you
And for that there can be everything, words and words
That bring home to me the one lesson I can gleam
That the world is much brighter,
When seen
When the muses leave, what is left but silence? The abysmal comfort, the unending sleep- when the muse leaves where I go to find it? With what rapture, what song- may I sing now in the day that lasts
The wanderer, the seeker All are all the weaker For they fail to see the world’s telling brand The simple sound of one hand….
I wonder, I wonder If in the depths of our slumber, We ever dream to cease our ceaseless number. Perhaps our questions are naught but answers, Perhaps answers are naught but questions, Our pride is pr
