Saturday, September 13, 2025

New poem: "The Hypnotic Sleep of Life"

 

The Hypnotic Sleep of Life

 

A tree in the forest falls to the ground,

and it makes a noise when it comes crashing

down; but if there is no one to hear the noise,

philosophers ponder whether there was any

noise to be heard. Rumi said to tell it unveiled

the naked truth, because the declaration is better

than the secret. I wasn`t in the forest when

the tree came down, but I heard it. Not literally,

or in my mind; but in the clarity of my soul`s

understanding of life. “Before enlightenment,

chop wood, carry water; after enlightenment, chop

wood, carry water,” says the Tao. I chopped

wood and carried water before I heard the tree

in the forest fall down, and I chopped wood

and carried water after I heard the tree in the

forest fall to the ground; but I was not the same

man before as I was after enlightenment. “There

is only self-initiation into the mysteries of life,’”

said Gurdjieff, who woke me up from the

hypnotic sleep of life.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Sunday, September 7, 2025

 

 

 

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