NaPoMo Day 6: Here's a poetic response to the Big Question: Why is There Something and Not Nothing? (The Strange Ways of Being)*
MEANING AS AXIOM
If another twig falls in the night,
as silently as it grew as a sapling
toward the sky, would that mean
anything anyway to anyone?
The graveyard of a fallen tree
may tell untold stories that stay
untold until a struggling stray root
breaks through dry rot and ground
for yet another flushed cherry tree.
If another twig falls in the night,
as silently as it grew as a sapling
toward the sky, would that mean
anything anyway to anyone?
The graveyard of a fallen tree
may tell untold stories that stay
untold until a struggling stray root
breaks through dry rot and ground
for yet another flushed cherry tree.
The inexorable is also axiom here:
life begins in death in a spun gyre
twirling into flowers, forever moving.
life begins in death in a spun gyre
twirling into flowers, forever moving.
Nothing is everything here, but there
where leaves had once fallen, broken
twigs spring back as fluttering birds
twittering on branches like new leaves.
—Albert B. Casuga
where leaves had once fallen, broken
twigs spring back as fluttering birds
twittering on branches like new leaves.
—Albert B. Casuga
*Simon
Blackburn, The Big Questions: Philosophy, Quercus Publishing Plc, London, UK,
2009.
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