The Blind Leading the Blind

The faithful need no proof. Neither do the faithless.

The truth is a rainbow arch

Between earth and sky,

A flower in bloom that is,

But doesn’t ask “Why?”

It is something lurking locked in

The gyri and sulci, an ancient

Gordian knot in the mind.

The more it tightens,

The more you try,

The more you know,

The less you pry.

Reason commits treason

Against reason, argument

Counters argument, there’s

A flurry of flightless birds

And their useless wings flapping,

Then, a moment of silence, and

O heavens!

The sound of one hand clapping!

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Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

Truth, definitely that flower in bloom that just is, that you don't ask why

been away for awhile, but glad to be back discovering old friends new works. Great poem Laz

ken

[Lorry]

Don't you just love the moments where you can look at something beautiful and just accept it as beauty and don't feel the need for ut to be defined and catalogued in your memory as "understood?"
Wondering is the biggest wonder of all but to feel that acceptance and wonder from a childlike eye is spectacular in itself, especially as an adult with years of accumulated cynicism!
Beautifully captured thoughts Laz.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and that one hand clapping denotes truth...as much as it can knot us up, as much as we can argue it...we know in our hearts...there is no need to ask why....unless we find reason to lie.
j.

[emmajoygreen]

To read and read again. Never stop searching.. even in shadows there is more truth than a mirror