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After an evening’s gazing moon past half

 

After an evening’s gazing moon past half

 

Inneresting times

Moon viewing

No doubt unconsciously being of consciousness

Anticipating Naarm’s festivities xox

 

 

 

Horse

 

Cherval rouge

est grand et ecstatique tranquilly

 

 

 

Version upon Stephen Mitchell (Lao Tzu 45.)

 

Truth? Perfection? Imperfect

Yet perfectly identifiable

True fullness seems empty yet present fully

Straightness without a ruler seems crooked

Wisdom foolish

True art seems artless

People relaxed or successfully ill

Allow the flow

Shaping ‘events’ as they come

Stepping out of the way

“& let the Tao speak for itself”

 

 

 

Lao Tzu riff

 

Trust everybody

Especially the untrustworthy,

This is called “seeing” Yes?/No?/ Who

Cares? If you’re knotting Gaelic

 

 

 

What I see in the moon

Extraordinary in responsibility

 

 

 

 

On a Fairly well managed human condition

 

Without me breaking laws

Apart from occasional ocker swearing

& when safe not crossing at unsafely changing pedestrian crossings

You still seem to seek to invalidate me, non?

 

I exist

At least my physically according to punitive laws

Cop that!

As the old sign on Channel 9 at the cricket used to read

 

Why don’t you share in shared spaces?

I got kicked out of a pub sober

In a country with Freedom of Expression laws

For asking a non personal open question about something

I was unaware of

I asked why a musician was denied a visa

When asked about a piece of evidenced art

I asked

What does it mean?

 

It looks like they might squeeze me out of town this way

Known as “passive aggression”

 

Ah Irony!

I once studied a unit called “The Sociology of Deviance”

Fairly fundamental to the Discipline & very interesting

Many universities in this country are removing Sociology

From being taught

At a historical time of threats to Human Rights

& Arts Degrees with Human Sciences have become heavily feed

Courses that ask questions like “What is called Thinking?”

If one reads Heidegger

 

 

 

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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