Even the smallest wave or ripple
by the whole ocean.
Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings?
And not one of them
shall fall to the ground
without your Father.
If the waves would cease to wave
(and leave their waving behind),
they would lose nothing
and gain Everything.
opalescent crystal ball.
Explore it from outside-in
and your finest scientific eyes
are lost in its unimaginable vastness
which opens onto the totality
of the outer universe.
Nothing can be seen
by blinded scientific eyes
of the everything there.
For the would-be observer dissolves.
Explore it from the outside-out
with your finest human eyes
and its immensity emerges
as the finest shred
of cotton thread
and proceeds to eat its way
along the leaf its tiny footprints clasp
and wander on with all its new companions.
They eat their vernal habitation,
burst skins, yet never do their congregation
give rise to thought or conversation
as to their likely destination.
The universal Satnav impels them from within needing
no map or entomological education.
And when at last they can eat no more
and cast off one final unwanted skin
there is no lingering backward glance
or forward looking hesitation
at the unknowability of their destination.
They hang, crumpled shrouds,
upon the nearest twig
and draw out from the vastness
of their invisible Centre
the tools and blueprints
of their future metempsychosis
as conquerors of the Air itself.
Wings and radar and ambulatory landing gear
and a delicate coiled hose for refueling
at the living floral filling stations.
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Not knowing is a barrel
tumbling over Niagara:
Knowing is the full moon
in the darkest corners.
Wanting to know
is taking responsibility
for the good
and the bad.
Not wanting to know
is a skeleton in the cupboard
and a bloody knife
under the floorboards.
The great Foundation on which all things rest
is soon lost sight of, soon forgot,
fails to hold man’s interest
as entanglements lead to great confusion
(due to the power of the great Illusion);
until he cannot see what is real
and what is not.
A slight vibration in the ear
makes the whole wide world appear;
with laugh and shout, wind and rain,
grief and heartache, joy and pain
singing along a thin membrane.
Machines and sermons – all are here
in the slight vibration of the human ear.
Disconnect the electronic train
which links it to the human brain.
A sudden silence fills the head.
The mind feeds on itself instead.
A thousand voices it can hear
can cause a myriad images appear.
Let go. Let go. Let go.
Let go what’s in and what’s outside
and seek not for another place to hide.
The silent stillness waits like a drawn arrow
to leap into the void and space.
A raindrop falls into the sea
(losing of moisture not a trace).
But finding out at last how, finally, to Be.
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Those who sow the wind
reap the whirlwind.
seeing nothing better to do,
sow the wind.
Encourage the people
to be dissatisfied
(so that they can promise to satisfy them).
Encourage the people to envy the rich;
(promise a fairer redistribution).
Tell the people:
they have a right to be angry,
they have a right to justice,
they have a right to free sex changes.
The people are like blotting paper.
Soak it up eagerly.
Dissatisfaction, envy, anger,
demands for justice (and sex changes)
become a whirlwind,
which hunts down
Over and over, you and I
sift the contents of our mind
and try to find
the people we think we might have been.
Try as we will, behind
the painted curtain,
one thing is certain;
Nothing is ever seen.
When Fortune comes at last
to claim his Hostage
and all the days and hours are counted
and the fragile papers, envelopes and postage
and all those in-between days are discounted;
and Pluto has reclaimed
Eurydice’s earthly portion
and Thracian Maenads
have left her Orpheus dismembered,
what will be saved
from all this carnage and distortion?
What living fragments
will still then be remembered?