Musing, obviously. I've half submitted to the labels whereby I've been tentatively classified, eyed the labels others claim and been curious whether it really does accomplish what we intend by such, you know? I'll agree it seems to somewhat, and yet I think does not.
(sonnet # DXVIII)
Some claim that they're eclectic. I'm called quaint.
Or advertise they're wonky; quirky's me,
Some folks have said, but what that means you're free
To guess, for I can't say. And thus we paint
Ourselves and others; boxing up, acquaint
By labels ev'ryone with what we be,
Or so it seems. Go on our ways, the key
To truly knowing lost outside each taint.
That power of description, or the dye
Whereby we half endeavor just to show
Quite what things are, eludes and does not lie
Within the bounds we set, as nets men throw
O'er shadows, satisfied yet missing, aye,
The true somehow. Or so it seems, you know?
04Feb12
D94
It's the essence of Zen to see an object as it is, without judgement or preconception. Sounds easy but it actually takes a lot of practice. This is a wonderful piece Jenny. I loved it all the way through. Keep em' coming!