a journey of awareness
Some of the rooms even are hidden from ourselves. We go in search of them and, when found, can't figure out how to open them.
More Hidden RoomsInside an ornate tortoise shellCandelabras burn like hell.Inside a conch, hearing the sea,Ménière faints from spinning debris.Hidden rooms aren’t sane to explore,When insides no longer have any door.[Disposable Poem September 29, 2010]Dr. Mike
Some rooms we can't get in, and some we can't get out.Such is the nature of the ten thousand things.
Some of the rooms even are hidden from ourselves. We go in search of them and, when found, can't figure out how to open them.
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ReplyDeleteInside an ornate tortoise shell
Candelabras burn like hell.
Inside a conch, hearing the sea,
Ménière faints from spinning debris.
Hidden rooms aren’t sane to explore,
When insides no longer have any door.
[Disposable Poem September 29, 2010]
Dr. Mike
Some rooms we can't get in, and some we can't get out.
ReplyDeleteSuch is the nature of the ten thousand things.