Notes to Self
My friend said,
"Don't write to the dead."
There is some advice
you can follow,
but not always.
You and they do not
always know your path,
which you must follow,
or destiny
(or the universe)
becomes confused.
You must
put things in writing
to clear your head.
The Buddha said,
"You must empty the cup
before you can pour
knowledge in."
You cannot value enough
knowledge and discretion.
Make a decision,
a conscious decision,
and be content with it.
Do not try to teach
a pig.
7/3/17/ rc
I Remember Dreaming
background of blue,
a baby-pink softness
ethereal clouds
streaked with auburn,
and a great crimson rising,
like a crab from her
bungalow of mud.
7/2/17 rc
You can't preserve the Moment,
but you can have it.
If you want to hold it
you can't keep it.
You will lose it.
Life and art are fleeting things,
like the air, going in and out,
out and in.
Music the greatest Art,
becomes air.
We breathe it
in,
we breathe it
out.
It is never lost.
7/3/17 rc
My friend said,
"Don't write to the dead."
There is some advice
you can follow,
but not always.
You and they do not
always know your path,
which you must follow,
or destiny
(or the universe)
becomes confused.
You must
put things in writing
to clear your head.
The Buddha said,
"You must empty the cup
before you can pour
knowledge in."
You cannot value enough
knowledge and discretion.
Make a decision,
a conscious decision,
and be content with it.
Do not try to teach
a pig.
7/3/17/ rc
I Remember Dreaming
background of blue,
a baby-pink softness
ethereal clouds
streaked with auburn,
and a great crimson rising,
like a crab from her
bungalow of mud.
7/2/17 rc
You can't preserve the Moment,
but you can have it.
If you want to hold it
you can't keep it.
You will lose it.
Life and art are fleeting things,
like the air, going in and out,
out and in.
Music the greatest Art,
becomes air.
We breathe it
in,
we breathe it
out.
It is never lost.
7/3/17 rc
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