The YIN MIND

 

 

 

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Breath – swiftly blown

from pursed lips

propels a missile – like a feather

and a strange observer

watching me blow a feather

may quite well feel

he knows the use

of the creature he watches.

but then I leap from a bank

into still water

and a great splash rises

and a strange observer . .

well –

And after that

I shout in a canyon

and a strange observer

may well feel

he knows the use of the creature he watches.

But he never saw me tap my fingers

scratch my head

rub my eyes

climb a mountain

pat a dog

eat an apple

nor even more: feel or think

pray or sleep

be born or die.

What have I seen me do?

Do I know my use?

What yet will I see,

or think, or feel

watching me?

I am a strange observer

who should not conclude my use

before I watch long enough . .

before I am less strange –

to me.

© 2010, ECOhealth / Eve Revere

My Archived Writings

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