Originally Posted by
Tai Shi
The flip-flop is necessary. Pain is neither think nor feeling; it just is requires special treatment of both breaking dual realizations; thus level 10 pain well handled in body with MS medications, feeling is thinking, feeling is thinking, thinking is feeling. This is not the poem, this is the poem, light is dark, dark is light there is no distinction. Autumn the time of year, the protagnist cannot see the moon because his neck bones are locked in place, spine at 50 degrees. Body slumps to the left, sometimes the protagnist just falls over. How would you suggest person might not coplain while judging reality? I see your complaint, so please address constructive criticism while now you know the reality. I suggest lines one foot step before the other-- how many poets have used the same lines of this poem? Nice alterations--I like it. See 12 step recovery throughout literature, "one step before the other." Ha I like the humor, "Fancy a sandwich." Sandwich a fancy. This is real poetry.
This is literary criticism; is it not poetry. Allow Jundo, no harm done, just observations from one who knows. This was my job for 48 years. I worked longer than most members were, are alive "pitty," what's the harm, what is Autumn, Spring, Winter, and All? Spring and Fall. "Marget why are you grieving/ for golden groves unleaving...?" GM Hopkins. "It is Margret who you grieve for." "Thinking shrinks the world" turns duality on its head. "Each day in Autumn, Silver Moon I cannot bend my head" Do you think this merits a look" More the black night enshouds my "face."
Gassho
sat// lah
Tai Shi
Calm Poetry
I can breath.