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but the who i am is that, by pd lyons


today when i sit at the little outside table the kitchen door in the rare gem of Irish sunny summer i think what if i really focus on those things that i don’t really know. like when those birds sound – instead of just concluding birds what if i allow for the fact that i don’t really know what they or that is – how could i describe what i call bird to someone who had no idea of bird? what is bird if i leave behind the concept of bird. what is sky? what is wind against what is skin, my body, what is the heat, what is sun? not just what we name things but what really are these so-called things? in that relinquishment of naming there is a kind of space a kind of freedom and what is this freedom? what is this space? not their names – but the who I am is that.

 

oh those days of sun and clotheses

oh those days of sun and clotheses

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if you think defining a thing is knowing a thing please think again. for example, Poetry. Anything you can nail down is not poetry, no matter how elegantly worded your fucking nails are. – just saying.  same applies for Art, Enlightenment, Spirituality, Freedom, and I’d say etc.

 

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and if we sleep this night
will the tomorrow we awake to
be different from what dream

can we know either of us
we are the same
can we know either of us
again

what is ever changing
can it be ever known

what is never changing

can it ever be us

 

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