no idea what all I know
I have no idea what all I know buried inside that I’ve forgotten what I’ve just said is true because I feel it’s certain difficulty in distinguishing personal perception from objective reality, a reality always subject to power but do you bump into things because you can’t tell where they are so if truth begins with self-knowledge evaluation of one’s own state of mind manner of knowing and ability to understand bleeding into ethics intend to do no harm with one’s knowledge & seeking knowing that much is to know myself is the beginning 4-22-2019 7/29/2020
yuj to yoke
to yoke to mind the source, the body “I know my body, the body is the object” I the observer know the object so I am not my body I know my thoughts I am not those thoughts that rush through the halls of mindlessness making riot in the Capitol the guilt, the anger, repressed desire I know my face, I am not this face I am not this poem writing itself on the back of my hand I am not my face and hands I am not the observer, not the witness nor is there one mind sealed in a small envelope My god is constant self-interrogation neuroses, my powerlessness and belief in this time-consuming, life-consuming business of filling our hands with stuff, keeping our faces busy stuffing our mouths life consuming life being and becoming
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There is so much here to relish poetically, to be repulsed and reprimanded by and make us want more carefully to monitor our “thoughts … that rush through the halls of mindlessness
making riot in the Capitol”. Yuj to Yoke is a piece I need to revisit and read again. Thank you so much for your contribution, Dennis.
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