Thursday, January 24, 2008

Master of unknowing, true human forgetter

Master of unknowing, true human forgetter,
A question kept open, thus called philosopher.

Grasping is not your secret, but a secretless
Hollow space holding than this nothing secreter.

A fountain pool reflecting all that is as not
Is your Narcissus heart, the more blind the wiser.

The outrageous oblivion of who you are
Is your speech so clear, sweeter when shared treasure.

Animals open around you like Orpheus,
But without becoming human like Heidegger.

We will never meet because we already have.
Between this drop and that there is only water.

Nicola feels like saying things he cannot say
And having a friend to say them with forever.