Lexicography

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LEXICOGRAPHY

Once contact
Replaces labels
– Like a costume
– Like a mask
Fall away

For why need
One name or other?

Ill-judged attempts
To define or
Describe

For shame: betrayal
Of such an intimacy
Or such unwarranted
Self-aggrandisement

Gratitude and mystery
Sprout soaring wings
Escape the net of words

Making The Grass Green

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Busy busy waiting
Quietly and patiently
At times less than patiently

Bravely working tirelessly
To change the world
You wait, you work in vain

For it is not this bustling
Gimme gimme world
That will ever change

But the perceiver who will
At last perceive the joke
And agree to letting go

The Perpetual Motion Machine

THE PERPETUAL MOTION MACHINE

Curling cogs and spindly spindles in circular circulation
Meshing, ferrying psychical energies here and thither
Gathering perceptions that give rise to considerations
Kindling in their turn beliefs and these, unchallenged
Influencing and unwittingly sculpting the fuel for perceptions
And on and on, entrancing the onlooking Anon. (Et tu …?)
Scat singing it, winging it, making it, waking it up as we go along

Twas truth to tell ourselves pro-formed this state of unbeing
Over the span of time, of space, of manifold crass experience
While desired placidity might recur in a flash of blinding sight
– A brisk Damascene eviscerating – a fatal Vesuvian obliteration
Or else, favouring a more regal swanlike grace, we may choose
Experiencing it as a process taking aeons; a free choice after all
As epitaph: “Great patience transforming into profound realisation”

Our conviction our own awareness our own our only possession
Veracity and delusion in intimate embrace; sophisticated sophism
For in this very moment, this moment, this moment we hold the key
Untold power herein? Cryptic messages ease us into understanding
While love (the key) and light (eternal) ungrease dread machinations
Apparent opposites melding on the axis of one primal act of divine will
Plots lost, opposed, recovered while overall attention never wavered

Puzzles

PUZZLES

Is this cup I hold here half empty
Or else, as some would have me think, half full?
A troubling conundrum, eternally insoluble
Yet quickly resolved by simply letting go

Full of confidence, the tortoise
Challenges his friend the hare to a race
“Just give me a ten yard start,” he says
“And you’ll never catch me,” he boasts

And he’s right, for whenever Hare reaches the spot
The tortoise has already gone
Still … When the hare has gone twenty yards
Where is the tortoise then?

Imagine a goose in a narrow-necked glass bottle
How can you get the goose out of the bottle
Without either of them coming to any harm?
Easily … There; it’s free

A puzzle you might find more tricky
History professors can’t answer it
Scientists still haven’t solved it
Which came first: the chicken or the egg?