Stream of Conciousness, 11/16/2006
Stop and think.
Think of joy,
think of woe.
Think of both.
Think of how
one needs joy
to know woe
and needs woe
to know joy.
And how one
flows from one
to the other
back and forth
over and over
through all time.
Think of change.
Think of sameness.
Think of likeness.
Think of difference.
Think of how
change is stable
and stability is
nothing except change.
This is tao.
-11/16/2006, 12:54 AM
Note: This poem was composed in a style I've used a few times before. It is not true "stream of conciousness," as the term was used to describe the work of writers like Virginia Woolf; rather, this is simply me beginning with a line and then following it, with no real plan or form in place save for what developed as it went along. The poem has not been revised since it was written.
Incidentally, while the previous attempts at this form were love poems ( one an expression of a deep longing for a person I was not with, and the second an expression of contentment to a person I was with), this poem is the first religious poem I have written in some time.