way back before words man belonged here like animal
and lived with open eyes
in wonder
in failing to define he didn’t have the tools to judge
and so sat
lost in sheer appreciation
colour and shape, preceding words, became embedded as currency
seeing was feeling
every grain
to see was to be on a sensuous plane
no thoughts
for words are the meat of thoughts
and no memories
for thoughts are the water of memories
no past
for memories are the windows of past
and no future
for the past is the corollary of future
and see-saws with it away from now
shallow theft
to see a plant and think “plant”
reducing all that gracious presence to a monosyllabic noise
and never again to gape
immersed in splendour
what an opportunity missed!
to think and judge and move away unmoved
knowing that once man lived at one with the fish and the birds
until he grew dumb
with words
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