on our silliness
How silly we act, always searching for what we have not lost If we were to find what we think we are looking for would we know we have? We don't need to search near or far As the cool stream which becomes the rapids, we are confused by the loudness of our thinking. Our clay thoughts want life like the mountain and the eagle. We spin great webs of circular reasoning, and call it virtue, life and truth while Truth stands amused at this little wave which does not see it is the ocean. and misses the... Sign in to see full entry.