When you seek it, you cannot find it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Zen Proverb
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A Handful of God
... a misread title, seen out of the corner of my eye whilst browsing amongst books.
'Twould be a lovely title for a poem, or a book, if only I wrote poems, or books.
Also misread:
Every Day Is A God.
Perhaps I ought to keep a list entitled Misreadings; it would be interesting to interpret these as Freudian slips of perception.
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{Penetralia mentis} Supposing:
separated from oneself
by nuances of existence is
an inner world unbreachable
by self~willed self~knowledge;
{Glimmers of inklings} Perhaps:
it is glimpsed only obliquely/peripherally
via chance reflections that glance 'round real & ir/rational corners like periscopes,
via unbidden phantom smells,
via an aftertaste of dreams upon waking;
{Worlds of possibility} Maybe:
games of chance
might be construed as
a metaphor for desiring
those metaphysical insights & events that can only
happen by acciden
t;