entwined
breezes passing
over quivering leaves
also hover
near awakening seeds
winds whispering
across silent graves
also surround
the mouths of babes
death and life
embrace in many ways
and those watching closely
see past the whole charade
Hear the author read this poem.
| Ron: | The idea that humans see reality is an appealing fiction. At most, we might see one small part of reality, but there's so much more than we ever see. |
| Lily: | How do you know that? |
| Ron: | To be honest, I don't. I sense this, but might be entirely misguided. I believe humans should listen closely to their intuitions, while acknowledging that we're fallible and our most cherished beliefs might be entirely incorrect |
| Lily: | Neither blind faith nor endless skepticism lead to wisdom: balanced pragmatism seems best. |
| Linda: | Though some people claim deep wisdom, it is probably better to concede all of us are like tiny fish in an ocean. No fish can traverse the entire ocean. |