It is impossible
To be objective
About an experience
I haven’t had

It is impossible
To be objective
About an experience
I haven’t had
The world moves
In its own time
And I in mine
A dance
A rhythm
Obstinate
Relentless
Cadence
Unique
To my mind’s
Perceiving
And should I not exist
To observe
As sun surrenders sky
To the stars
Would there be time
At all?
I often wish
That I could perceive time
Like mountains of stone
Or a star
Minutes pass like seconds
Epochs turned as the sun crosses the sky
To watch the birth and death of solar systems
The way in one short life
I’ve seen the comings and goings
Of family and fame
But this is the time I’m given
And but for the tricks
Of cameras and imagination
This is all the time I have
So best to try and wrench from it
Every moment I can experience
How disturbingly dark and broken
Some of these worlds are
How maliciously cruel
And though I know such worlds exist
In their hearts and in their deeds
I know I have never set foot in such a world
But I wonder too
At the worlds now gone
I cannot imagine
But the years of consciousness
I could count
In just an afternoon
And my own years
Rattled off in seconds
In the vast pre-history
Of consciousness
This beauty unremarked
But do my remarks
Or those of others
Make the beauty so?
I peer into their world
Try to understand what they see
How they see it
It helps me see
The nuance in my own world
In my own perception
Every now and again
I notice people
Peering back at me
A moment most illuminating
As it reminds me
Look at yourself, through their eyes
And so, I wonder
What do they see?
How do they see me?
While Nature’s skilled
Geometry
Is rarely square
Organically
Math more complex
So beautifully
Lao Tzu’s words can be pretty difficult to wrap a Western, science-educated mind around (my own struggle is continuous), beginning with understanding the term “the Tao” itself.
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