That old bowl

It’s a matter of matter or so one thinks.

The half-full bowl and emptiness

are not one or the other.

Everything is like that.

Old babbling songbirds said it too.

If you want to know the Old Bowl,

know the songbird’s silence.

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4 Comments on “That old bowl”

  1. I love the structure. This is a very nice poem. Good work, Cousin.

  2. tiramit says:

    Thanks for an intriguing poem. I wrote something about listening to birdsong and ear consciousness; the selective process. Current post ‘Listening’ Maybe it’s interesting?

  3. tiramit says:

    Sorry I messed up the link in my previous comment, here it is now:

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