Weaving Circles 
Trapped in the circle of meaning
My words do not understand themselves
They are but an instrument
Of my mind.
Trapped in the circle of my mind
I do not understand myself
I am but an instrument
Of my readers.
Trapped in the circle of meaning
My words do not understand themselves
They are but an instrument
Of my mind.
Trapped in the circle of my mind
I do not understand myself
I am but an instrument
Of my readers.
posted by The Transparent Ironist @ 11:20 am
8 Comments:
At 27.1.05,
Anonymous said…
Trapped in the circles of meaning
We; "Your Readers" do not understand "You"
But we "All" are just instruments
In "His" hands............
At 27.1.05,
The Transparent Ironist said…
Language, my dear friend, mind your language. Or if even 'minding' sounds too masculine, shall we say 'heart your language'?
At 27.1.05,
Anonymous said…
Trapped in the circles of "Your Words"
We; "Your Readers" do not understand "you"
But we "All" are just instruments
In "His" hands
At 27.1.05,
Anonymous said…
sorry! I just wanted to convey that "we all are complex" and "we all are instruments in the hands of GOD....you may not say anything to it.....for you it may be nothingness"
At 27.1.05,
The Transparent Ironist said…
You are being a good Mahayana Buddhist here. The nearest equivalent to the Judaeo-Christian concept of 'God' in Mahayana Buddhism is that of 'Nothingness' or 'Emptiness' (Sunyata).
At 3.6.05,
Shantisudha said…
Oam Purna Madaha
Purna Midam
Purnat Purna Mudachyate
Purnasya, Purna Madaya,
Purna Mevavashishyate...
At 3.6.05,
Anonymous said…
too much noise over 'nothing'
there is nothing i want to hear more now than the sound of water
shhh
At 4.6.05,
G Shrivastava said…
Aren't we all? Trapped in the circle of life?
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