If action turns the world within,
Then who knows where the world begins?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If sitting still should make one smart,
Then who can make a piece of art?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
when breadth and height themselves are clear,
what then, when depth and time appear?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
when space and time the self erode,
where, then, is found a safe abode?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
bereft of home, can being be?
can being, without a center, see?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and seeing implies a pair of eyes:
what of the nose, and ears, and thighs?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and shapes that intersections bring
to bear upon this living thing \u2013<\/p>\n\n\n\n
if thingness is perceived at all.
what one, within the large, is small?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the faces in the clouds seem real;
a moment later: smell-hear-feel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
tasting something true, one finds
the thought that what is wound unwinds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
movement, stillness, presence, time:
what’s the nature of a rhyme?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"