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Living With (Un)Certainty 

As you live with uncertainty, 

what whats? 

This one 

without doubt or lack

in its reaching

hurt-certain,

never sticking, 

never letting go,

without because, 

nothing

you can put your finger on,

as you lift one finger

in the air

just so 

towards 

Why More? 

Why more? 

What’s  more

that isn’t just 

more

of the same? 

Some Time

Some time

things are

wrong;

some time

things are

right;

and

some time

it’s just what is:

of course, 

all is 

just what is. 

So, 

what’s the difference, 

if anything, 

between 

right and wrong 

and 

just what is? 

No Other Way 

Some do not practice compassion

based upon a received morality

(perhaps 

 today followed, tomorrow not),

but because it is a realization

of how things are,

of fundamental interdependence

simply leaving no choice, 

our own complicity 

in felt suffering

amply leaving no choice.  

Erasure Remnant 

Every erasure of history 

is already a remnant 

of what is denied, 

what is denied 

still haunting/informing, taunting

the present, 

distorting, twisting, choking, 

displaying 

this

until made visible, 

until admitted, 

until validated, 

until worked through, 

until made transparent, 

until those who have been denied

are made whole

and unapart,

until they are welcomed, 

until they are us. 

But it cannot be

only accomplished piecemeal, 

in time, 

for that linear way 

is an endless and

ever

incomplete striving. 

Instead:

here it is,

going towards 

fulfillment;

here it is, 

fulfillment 

going towards. 

Causation 

Causation is not direct, 

not mechanical

(this knocking against 

that 

and that into this,  

on and on),

but indirect, 

relations a net

of influences:

so causation consists 

of the aesthetic relations

of phenomena. 

‘Aesthetic’ means, 

in this sense, 

‘of appearance’ – 

depending on

from where

and how

one stands,

no fixed view of things. 

The net of influences 

cannot be other than

the angles of looks

in flux. 

So you are the awaring 

of relations

of seemings,

of coalescings

each true

when not sticking

or fled,

thus 

manifesting you

and all other yous

as one one one

uniquely

time time time. 

No 

stuff thing object 

blob hanging 

fixed 

and unrelated,

interpenetration 

what makes 

unique unique. 



Choosing 

There is no ‘tomorrow’

for choosing:

choosing

(to continue to 

try 

to be as is

or, 

to be change) 

only happens now.  

A secret: 

choosing

is from

what isn’t chosen, 

from what is 

empty generating, 

each choice empty

because it is

full of all else

just in choosing,

emptiness 

the only constant, 

this this this

The Matter 

Is it a matter   

of achieving some blissful 

state or other escape from what is 

or is it that this very pain, this very cry

in itself 

and without opposition 

resolves all? 

And what way of comportment 

would emerge from

this

realizing? 

Blacklit 

You understand it’s dark 

dark dark dark nothing but

dark

can’t even recall the light – 

but

her his

warm caress 

expresses you

into dark, 

so you 

bright 

warm caress 

blacklit.

How It Can Be 

How it can be:

some times, utter darkness;

some times, the sun 

lighting things and casting shadows;

sometimes the moon

glowing things in dark glow;

some times, lightning lighting

up things, and blackening shadows;

some times, lightning struck

so bright no thing can be seen;

some times a pair of eyes

glistening-lit.