“a tethered bird longs for its forest, a pond fish for its deep waters”
– T’ao Ch’ien
no insight, and science remains a conspiracy
of facts chuangtzu’s
monkeys scramble with feynman’s possibilities
till the broth rings
true rumi underwrites his love of love
with a misanthropic
eye do the monkeys scramble to sing a
better broth or do
they slip into hanumanhood? this broth is
my deep my voice
on the stove bubbling
The human soul
The broth stirred
by the infinite
The scrambling/seeking continues almost as if for its own sake… Thanks David 🙂
Apart from the destination,
it is all about the journey.
This is poetry grand
from a true journeyman.
the last line.. is absolutely perfect.
Thanks Audra (and hi!) 🙂
“Conspiracy of facts” is so good. 🙂