by Raymond Keen
Can you
give up the ghost
of a time
and a place
and remember
nothing?
Can you
move freely
unclothed
in and out
in neither direction
not counting?
Can you hold warmth,
forgetting it is
slipping through your fingers
tomorrow
because it really is
not?
Because there is no forgetting,
and there is no holding.
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This profound poem has the wisdom of Buddha's non-attachment and the questioning of Socrates, which lead to self-knowledge. And there can, finally, be no attachment to self-knowledge.
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