Although the body & mind
can be conceptualised
they are inextricably linked.
The body gives expression
to the mind’s longing,
just as flowers express colour
as a means to birth others.
& therefore the mind,
will always find a way to take
the path of least resistance,
& belongs entirely to causation;
to the eternal unfolding of consequence
in which chance & predetermination
The mind must decide how to live with this:
knowing that our autonomy is that
of autumn leaves…
So we lie to ourselves
because no one else
can carry this burden for us.
This is not wisdom.
It is observation
as sutures to a wounded conscience.
It is conscience
as consequence of impotent revenge,
as unconscious attempt to make amends.
So, don’t let these words fool you:
I know nothing about Truth.
I know only what occurs within me
as I play my small role in eternity.