“Poetry is the language of indirection.” Robert Frost
In Japan, the language of indirection would be classified as ‘tatemai,‘ the around-the-bush method of communicating. In other words, read beneath the words. What is NOT being said. Feel the connection in the holes. Dive into subtle.
I think of my blood red beta fish named Adam Blue. If you look carefully, beneath his scales lies brilliant blue.
Thank you, Mr. Frost.
To paraphrase a monk: Solitude allows for the deepening of the present. Amen, Brother Thomas Merton, but to deepen the present one must be present. So often I find my mind wandering away from ‘here’ and ‘now’ to fret or plan or just simply swing from branch to branch. I simply am not present. Natalie Goldberg calls this “monkey mind.” Oh, to center and deepen the present. Not today, me thinks.