Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Knowledge


surrounded by impenetrable darkness of ignorance

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KNOWLEDGE
LED ME TO THE KNOWLEDGE
OF ITS USELESSNESS

MY UNWISE DISPUTATIONS
OVER THE NATURE OF THINGS
AND THE SCOPE AND EXTENT
OF ALL THINGS IN NATURE
AND THE NATURE OF THE UNIVERSE
SERENE IN ITS VASTNESS
ABIDING TO ITS NATURE
NOT QUESTING, ASKING, FINDING
NATURALLY BOUND BY
THE UNSPOKEN, UNWRITTEN
UNEXPLAINED LAW
OF THE NATURE OF THINGS
FOR ALL THINGS:
THAT IN THE UNIVERSAL SCHEME
THE NATURE OF THINGS
COULD NOTHING ELSE BUT BE
WHAT IT WAS,
IS, OR WILL BE
WITHOUT THE AID
OF MY KNOWLEDGE OF IT

KNOWLEDGE INFORMS ME
THAT LIFE DID NOT ORIGINATE
NOR DEPEND FOR ITS EXISTENCE
ON INTELLIGENCE OR VOLITION

I KNOW ENOUGH ABOUT KNOWLEDGE NOW
TO ENVY A DOG HIS WAGGING TAIL
AND OFFER ALL INTELLIGENCE IN EXCHANGE FOR IT

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Anonymous wrote:

Knowledge: Woh lines to mann mein inscribed hain hi along with the different images you have placed them with at different times particularly with Aurangabad's Buddha. What I liked about the pages yesterday was the disarray which alone suffices to underscore your lines. As if the pages possess the 'knowledge' of the futility of their content just as the thinking mind cannot escape the knowledge of the futility of its own churnings.



1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Bhai,

The poem old, familiar and just as true.

What intrigued me is the picture. Perhaps, a tome or a mere book with its glossy cover folded over creating within the darkness(of igonorance) and wrapped without with the brightness of white pages (of wisdom or knowledge).

Great juxtaposition.

charu