WILL O’ THE WISP
We talk about Truth
but we only spout nonsense,
for there is no Truth;
there are only views.
But I am spouting nonsense.
Of course there is Truth,
but it transcends words,
so we can’t talk about it.
Perhaps I should stop.
Just how tiny is an elephant?
Just how enormous is a mouse?
Just how tiny is my thinking?
Just how enormous is my house?
A WAY OUT
We try to confront one another
Face to face, open and honest
But inevitably we see things differently
On this plane our views will always conflict
The one view being the other’s complete opposite
Whatever is on my left is to your right
While if it is on my right it will be to your left
Impasse! Deadlock! Despair! You think?
Now here’s the thing … Try looking up
We both see the same heavens, the same light
Look down and we see we stand on the same ground
So let’s stand side by side, give ourselves a chance
Is a zebra a white animal with black stripes, or a black animal with white stripes?
Or simply another lesson?
You talk of the sun setting.
The sun hasn’t disappeared.
It is you who have rolled away.
Solitude is a state of mind. Transforming “lonely” into “alone” is simply a matter of reorganising a few letters of the alphabet and one or two ephemeral attitudes. Then let go of a few more unhelpful viewpoints and “alone” ceases to carry that imposed burden of discomfort. Could have done this ages ago.