if...then
i transmit, I do not invent...Confucius
if... then
pure wisdom
of the unknown
leads us
to knowing nothing
keeps us pondering
the abstract
remain speculative
impressionistic
twist reality
to geometry
circles to triangles
triangles to squares
to circles
we digest
sculpt
to get the image
the idea
in the abstract
conjectured
to concrete
as we see
many differences
we cut down
the unknown
becomes
a pure wisdom
***
(c)NDR10.20.2020
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2 + 2 can be 5 if you had a good cup of coffee.
Poem inspired from a title of a book by Estelle Frankel “The Wisdom of Not Knowing”.
