Every word that names and isolates a part of it is a lie.
And every statement that says it is all the same is a lie.
Language bends and creaks beneath the load.
It is not one, nor is it two.
The ancients explained this in words to those
who believed in words
knowing that they would hear but not understand.
You can experience the moving river of change
directly in this wordless moment.
But the not one-ness or not two-ness of it
slips through the fingers of a mind
hardwired for one or the other.
But even wordless, we can know directly
the now and then-ness of it
the here and there-ness of it
the big and small-ness of it.
These ripple the waters of it
as change and difference.
But even wordless, we can know directly
the simple and the complex-ness of it
the heat and the cold-ness of it
the soft and the hard-ness of it.
These ripple the waters of it
as change and difference.
gallagher
30 August 2021
Christchurch