on the patio with colin's grandfather

for bibek




waking

 

adjectives fall away   then nouns   what is left is   

that is to say   is

 

in an instant i am seeing what he sees

and seeing is only part of it

 

as a sightless person sees   with all senses

and beyond that   without judgment

 

because what he sees before him 

is what he experiences   what is

 

and it is all   this breeze   this vista

this air we breathe   this aroma   this everything

 

all is integral   all is   the sky isn't blue   it is

the view isn't distant   it is   the 

 

hawk isn't soaring   it is   the breeze isn't warming

it is   i am   he is   we are   this is

 

 

 

 





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Written on 2019-06-07 at 22:24

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
The poem reverberates with a Zen-like quality: constant watching. Mindfulness is something I have been fascinated with. And when one's being watchful, "adjectives fall away, then nouns." What remains is is.
2019-06-10



I cherish this ode to the sacredness, if you will, of things as they are, becauseless, reasonless, just being.
2019-06-08