Boundaries, as in it comes back (Stein Poem)
The way things return.
The tide seems to go now out now oh yes now.
All day long without respite or change.
As when something seems good.
Nothing can contain it afterwards.
Not only and not why.
Should we ask what Buddha meant by force.
As artificial or an excess.
If to be related to anything special.
But not flashy, not infinite.
Or all the beauty in detail.
Are they made to be related to paradise.
All that came over me and cannot be better.
All the world is equivocal.
It thrills me with amazement.
The water. I know the love of possession.
Little by little it comes again.
Its effect is like an education.
Its boundaries. We do this.
To our inner self.
A mind as an accident and an affect.
Composed with Gnoetry 0.2 and the following source texts:
Gertrude Stein, The Stanzas in Meditation (Corrected)
William James, The Varieties of Religious Experience
Shunryu Suzuki, Zen Mind Beginners Mind
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature
Lao Tzu (tr. Ron Hogan), Tao Te Ching