Poems Dialogue with a poet

Dialogue with a poet

From dialogue to soliloquy


M         
smiling inscrutably
barely visible
in the dim light
a young buddha
asks
why don’t you know?
the old woman
noting the serene calm
the supreme confidence
the embodiment of certainty
answers
it is not knowable.

two ends
of a spectrum.
 
 Poet
You know
 Why you know
 You don't know
 The fact that
 You know
 You don't know
 Means you know


Blissful

 
When nothing else matters
Only the oneness
 
To be lost
 
Blissfully
 
In a state of action
 
Where pain
Is pleasure
 
Because they are the same
 
That exists
In immortal energy

                                                                   

M

I know
I don't know
not knowing
is not negative
despite the nots
it is the fire
pure energy
of imagination
 


ashes to ashes
dust to dust
release
of
spirit
soul
energy
to immortality
in molecules

what vanity
the body beautiful
the conscious mind
the mortal being
that which we know
that which we immolate
for immortality
in molecules


 It is not
knowing
it is awareness
acceptance
of the here
and now
the still point
in the flux of infinity
that makes
knowing
irrelevant

“you know
you don’t know
means you know”
there is no
beginning
no end
but we
who have
beginnings
and ends
are
the paradox

of creation
finite
in infinity

and we
postulate
infinities
in
hereafters
life

as we know it now
forever

surely not

more useful
immortality
in
molecules
the cosmic flow
of energy

 

Poet                      

                   Through life's trials and tribulations

one realises

that come what may

life goes on

we either hold on

or move on

either way

life goes on

through the years

and the ages

precious life

has had many faces

from the dawn

and beyond

the eternal spark

remained the same

but the flame of life goes on

M                              peace is

happiness is

acceptance

of self

as is

that allows one

to see

to hear

other

the many faces

of life

the flame

that goes on

and on...

Poet

Today's crumbs

Maybe tomorrows bread

And the soft, smooth butter

Maybe melted away

Material is all it is

To the Immaterial self

Immaterial

manifest

in

material

invisible

Are we

divisible?

Food?

for thought?

                                       

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