Saturday, August 31, 2019

Horse-hoofed knowledge

Horse-hoofed knowledge

A lifetime of wandering here and there
among the trees looking for the forest.

A plastic sequin on a cheap gown –
such it is that snags the mind –

spangles not only worthless but pernicious
for they divert us from the real and the true.

At ocean’s shore the galloping horse stumbles,
unable to enter deeply where it can neither

stand nor swim or float; rear or whinny –
do anything other than drown

in wild, flaring confusion.  We cling
to the shore and the horse that got us there. 

Numerous lifetimes it takes to know
we do not know, can never know

anything of the ocean, anything of where
the horse is a foreign, ineffectual creature;

anything but the dust-ridden,
horse-hoofed knowledge

that keeps us ever on the scent, ever
following one false trail after another.

O child of God, the mind reigns in duality
but can never leave itself to reach beyond.



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