On one end the zenith
nadir on another.
floating in between
spinning round and round
Should I go this way,
Or the other ?
And um trust your gut maybe ?
keep doing whatever you are doing...
See I might now know
wheres zenith or the nadir.
but I cant be sure. I can never be sure
But somehow like this, this and that,
I just know what I have to do.
Either at one end or another.
From one fool to the other.
There's the experience.
There's poetry.
The veil over experience hides the
subtle meek smiles of poetry,
Between abundant simile of co-incidents,
behind metaphors of moods and seasons,
at the stable center of iambic fluctuations
perhaps poetry lies in the experience itself.
One is not so different
from the other.
And as the gaps are filled with
Exuberant dance of sounds
Must keep reminding myself of this I,
within rhythms of this divine music,
Must keep reminding myself of this I,
Be awake.
Be present.
Be aware.
Be patient.
(Response to Aditi Rao's Relationship Advice to a Younger Self)
("Must keep reminding myself of this I" borrowed from The Patient by Maynard J Keenan.)
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