Thanks s’leonr’d for your jazz-a-dizzy response-therapy
being more vague than sharp
it took me awhile to untangle the ghost in your matter...
I appreciate your Buddha-response from that still point
awake amid the heedless
of a churning turning world.
below attempt at deciphering your post:
"...and so, solongleonard, I discern that...Noddy-ing off,
scratched and scraped by shards from this bard
you popped across the border of being
bee-buzzing on a late-night bender
…reflecting psuedo-pissedoffedly, cursing and cussing at and on Mat’s Mosaic-spartiate-reductionist meander
among the shade of 2 trees
...‘cause that lazy bastard MatbbgJ took his allegorical pun and vanished
And some of them I quite liked-!
but you, Mat, kept us hidden from purpose and meaning
so your poesy wilted, almost dying without a whisper
I'm the only one this evening bothering to untangle this
simpleton’s still point;
But I must go on...or must I.....?
Oh, my yhwh-wind is blowing through the waves; my eternal-wind is blowing through
your lazy Eden-shade-trees
to no place but
blind Boredom !!!
and yes! I too am almost asleep amid that writhing heedlessness,,,my bored & punch-drunk brain soon will over-come me…
so stop being so bloody cryptic, you antipoedean-dickwit
move on from your black-hole-oblique-offaling-about
or I will bother you no more with my
noddyingly-witty responses
............while you laze around in the Elane-shade...
of an eternally musing, burnning-bush;
wasn't it Sol who sang
"..oh ...for a burning bush !!! "?
kind regards,
solongleonard etc
(...sadly, I too was once a Solomony, Leonard-esque, neoplatonic, divine-maddened, traveling light- "flight of the alone to the Alone..." sortaguy...
but I too fell....I lost my way east of Eden...flaming swords and a forgotten, everlusting-Tree/bush; and all that god's-like-us-stufff...)"
No wonder then, solongleonard,
"A man needs a little madness
or he never dares cut the rope
and be free." (Kazantzakis' Zorba)
afterthought on The Two Of Us: by johnny k. eats.
"..and yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind
whose words are images
of thoughts refined
...is my soul's pleasure...and it sure must be the highest bliss of human kind when to thy haunts
(Oh solitude !)
2 kindred spirits and shaded saplings ........flee..."
Thanks for noddying in ...and on...Mike.
MatbbgJ