THE UNCERTAINTY OF CERTAINTY
1.
If you're sure you're right, you're probably wrong.
2.
What one needs to believe is precisely what one needs not to
believe.
3. Certainty is a wall one erects around
doubt. The stronger the doubt, the stronger the wall.
4.
The most consistent source of error is not ignorance but
knowledge.
5. What we know is like a flashlight on
a moonless night -- essential for getting around. But often it is
better to turn the flashlight off and let our eyes get used to the
dark.
LYNNETTE
Lynnette likes
tigers, roses, navy blue,
Yet all these preferences cannot
be she.
Nice long brown hair, brown eyes, loves
poetry,
Needs pets and people, cuddles, gentle, too.
Even
these are not the girl Lynnette,
The mystery that is her
childlike being,
The sacred soul beyond what we are
seeing,
Embraced by love more deep than we've known
yet.
YOU WROTE YOUR NAME UPON HER THIGH
You
wrote your name upon her thigh
And looked at me. I wondered
why
You hurt me so. What demon drew
You on to be so
not like you?
Sometimes it seems you want to
cause
Me grief, as if to test the loss
Of me, to
see how much sweet pain
You need to feel alive
again.
I love you, yet I fear a love
In
which my function is to prove
Repeatedly you cannot
lose
The thing you want but cannot choose.
I
stay in hopes that you will see
Someday you cannot hope to
be
Both fully loved and fully free,
For love comes
only mutually.
HOBGOBLINS KNOW THE PROPER WAY TO
DANCE
Hobgoblins know the proper way to
dance:
Arms akimbo, loopy legs askew,
Leaping into
darkness with delight,
Lusting for the ecstasy of
fright,
Open to the charm of horrors new.
Well may
you start your screaming in advance,
Even as you give a
ghoul a chance,
Each creepy creature craving to say,
"Boo!",
Near heaven in its netherworld of
night.
DIABETES TELLS US WE'RE
MACHINES
Diabetes tells us we're
machines,
Intended to exist but for a time.
All
that brought us pleasure in our prime
Breaks down to prove
the metal of our means.
Eventually, all of us must
die,
Though, perhaps, not quite so bit-by-bit.
Each
soul must see of life the whole of it,
So as to know of
death the reason why.
WE DRIVE A TRACTOR/TRAILER
UNIT
We drive a tractor/trailer unit
Spinning
down the pike.
That way we can find the time
To
make love when we like.
You sleep, I drive, I
sleep, you drive,
But then we stop awhile.
And when
we get back on the road,
We share the same soft
smile.
Some say that such togetherness
Is
living behind bars,
Never free to let yourself
Expand
out to the stars.
But being on the road with
you
Is what I want from life.
There is a universe
inside
A husband and a wife.
There is a
universe so rich
That should all heaven move
Across
the way on eighteen wheels,
I'd much prefer our
love.
GRATITUDE, LIKE LOVE, IS PART OF
BEING
Gratitude, like love, is part of
being,
Remaining when all else is left behind,
Absurd
and yet quite natural, a yearning
To give to light the
worship of the wind.
In gratitude we find a gift worth
giving
To something that no gift can serve at
all,
Unburdening ourselves of unspent feeling
Dammed
behind a thick and willful wall,
Else cut off by reason from
our awe. |
