Stranger in a Strange Land

Stranger in a strange land; a stranger even to oneself.
There's always a danger in accepting the distortion
born of the all-too-easy contortions of rationalization
ample enough to fill a hangar: believing that one's
reached one's true center when one's merely breached
the outer shell of the onion, pandering to one's
sense of stature and unity, never perturbed the way
a strain of music is sometimes disturbed by a flanger.

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Dwell in the Fruit

Dwell in the fruit, don't flirt with the flower.
In your most fervent hour, intent on the scent
of ecstasy, don't forget the blossoming power
or deep satisfaction in a state of non-action,
the infinite finesse of disinterested otherness,
which nevertheless ripens the growing fruit,
tempering the intense lust of perpetual pursuit.






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