Thinking In The Sun
Preoccupied with origins and ends,
Our real-life friends –
One knows that what is left is means: the present tense –
Past gone, what lies ahead not yet in sight’s attendance.
The rest belongs to speculation.
Reasoning has limits.
Also left: the intellect and character,
Not neglecting chance or grace;
Who gets what, does what, makes choices that
Put two and two together to get four – or not.
Sitting here out in the sun
What better theme to think upon,
The senses dong what they do,
Interpreted by you-know-who:
Me, you.
The eye sees change [wind blowing grass].
The ear hears wind [that’s blowing grass].
The arm feels sun [that’s growing grass].
The brain sees all as change.
Where is the toot, toot of an absolute?
One would recruit an absolute
To make things stable
If one could/were only able.
So one sits awaiting, cogitating,
Meditating, celebrating one’s existence,
Hoping, praying it’s not nonsense
In the end,
As its end,
At the end.
Thinking In The Sun 4.22.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Nature Of & In Reality; Birth Death & In Between III; Arlene Corwin
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