It is done and done until,
Nothing more can be done,
Nothing but its undoing,
Is to be done,
And done and done until it is undone,
Until nothing more can be done,
In the undoing.
When all doing and undoing is done
All is done and undone,
The doer is done, and undone,
Done in deed, done to death,
On the dying day of doing,
Nakedly the doer does nothing,
As nothing is done before.
8 comments:
R.D. Laing, is that you? Certainly tied me up in knots, knots that I did not mind not untying.
The old thing called Life Gerry, the endeavour to persevere, the "proprium, the conatus, our time in time, not there there, not there...
Hope all is well on the trail of the lonesome pine...think of you and Wendy daily...
Amazing work!
Immense thanks Ruben...
Sean,
I guess after a period of reading these words over many weeks, I conclude that in life, 'there is perhaps only so much that one can do, or have done to them'.
Gaining or giving, or expecting satisfaction, in this life, might just not be possible.
Nothing to be done.....
In- depth words Sean and worthy of some, calm thinking time!!
Best Wishes, Eileen
Most excellent words. Now I am done, with nothing to be undone so I shall move on and do it again some place else!
Well Liz, if you are a "shape shifter" as you say, then you'll be done before you know it...
Part of my heart here....thank you for putting it out there my friend:)
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