What would I do without a mind?
What would I do without a society to shape that mind?
To influence it?
To taint it?
To glorify it?
What would I do without the memories of such glory and such tache?
An orphan on a deserted island, with nothing from the outside world, save the produce of Nature which surrounds me.
I suppose I would be free....
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Tired
I've gathered Spring blooms, White heat, petrichor and frost. I think I'll sleep... yes.
I dont think that the haiku fits the resting buddha image too well - there is a tranquility and wisdom in the face of the buddha soaked in peace, that your haiku belies. It seems to speak of him on a superficial level of an average human being in need of rest from the vagaries of nature.
Dear P, I agree. I simply loved that image and perhaps used it unwisely. The haiku too, is infused with peace, a peace resulting from hard drawn labour ending after a lifetime. It has nothing to do with the vagaries of nature.
I dont think that the haiku fits the resting buddha image too well - there is a tranquility and wisdom in the face of the buddha soaked in peace, that your haiku belies. It seems to speak of him on a superficial level of an average human being in need of rest from the vagaries of nature.
ReplyDeleteDear P,
ReplyDeleteI agree. I simply loved that image and perhaps used it unwisely. The haiku too, is infused with peace, a peace resulting from hard drawn labour ending after a lifetime. It has nothing to do with the vagaries of nature.