CPC AUGUST 22
Philosophy born in the field
After the sickle’s
bent
crude straw and dried haystack
strewn all over the field,
some evil spell cast much ahead;
brooding all efforts outside
the court with wounded flow on,
wounded palm and
hands
mockery of your seasoned
endeavor rigor of
your training,
something akin to the writing,
crude image to spoil beauty
of writing’s show and tell;
soon, grip of awareness catches,
not merely
worshipping The Blue,
offering to gods, but A qualm,
a Forth right seeing in adage like
accept things as they are given.
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