There is a place to which I often go,
Not by planning to, but by a flow
Away from all existence, to a cold
Lucidity, whose will is uncontrolled.
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The mundane language of the senses sings Its own interpretations. Common things Become, by virtue of their commonness, An argument against their nakedness That dies of cold to find the truth it brings. Wonderful thinking.. tony
The landscape in its geological prime Dissolves to show its quintessential slime. A million stars are blotted out. I think Of each historic passion as a blink.. again philosophical expressions. tony
Philosophy as a poem is one of light and darkness envisaged through the eyes of a modern exponent of poesy and it is none but Nissim Ezekiel leading through his random reflection and straying. What it is dark, let it be, what it is white, let it also go. the myths of light and darkness, how to understand these as these are elemental to the creation of this universe and in addition to it, none has come to understand them. What it cannot be explained, explain you not. Let the things take their recourse. The mills of God are never slow. Retributive justice has its course to follow. the residues of meaning have it all lighted the path and shown to us what life is, what the world and what the philosophy of life! The baser things will return back to therefrom these are. The things will go creating, the shapes changing.
Wonderful poem on Philosophy.An argument against their nakedness That dies of cold to find the truth it brings.
A Philosophical write. True pholosophy of life is always bitter.
Mills of God are never slow....is the striking line!