What goes without saying?

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What goes without saying?

Poem written by TSK instructor and student, focuses at the point of arising… near the origin of thought…

“The rough touch of words… These cold forms could be my wintry loves… How they play out like wind, How they ripple through the morning air, How they carry bee to blossom, Fragrance to lungs, Beating to the heart… those sounds are useless now, They are mere puffs of air, They hold briefly, Then they pass away, What would they have to say about this / Unmoving stream of edgy forms…”

WITHOUT SAYING
By Ken McKeon

Before me are ribboned light forms,
A broadly silken frozen stream
Of colorless tie-dyes
All chilled out ice, and all so bemusing,
They remain apart
From any living thing at all,
Talk about cool,

The sun has no hold on them
No purchase, nowhere to grasp,
I see them and consider them
As I loaf along a trackless river bank,

I must be a shade to be out this afternoon,
A ghostly sort, no substance at all,
My legs bear no weight,
My steps leave no prints,
That’s not surprising,
Not in this weather,

These cold forms could be my wintry loves,
I’d like to speak to them,
My tongue has never forgotten
The rough touch of words,
How they play out like wind,
How they ripple through the morning air,
How they carry bee to blossom,
Fragrance to lungs,
Beating to the heart,

But those sounds are useless now,
They are mere puffs of air,
They hold briefly
Then they pass away,
What would they have to say about this
Unmoving stream of edgy forms,

Knife and hatchet,
Flat and tilted plain,
Only that ice obtains today,
Chill and beautiful,
Utterly unapproachable,

That goes without saying.