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The Unspeakable World

Sensory Imagination

Those who speak all the damned time and cannot shut up
Can know only their own conversations because
They can’t hear anything anyone has to say.
And the same goes for thinking too much. We betray
The Unspeakable World when we’re caught in the jaws
Of the beast of chit-chatter who holds a dark cup.

Stop and listen to people once in a kind while.
What they have to say complements conversation
As in back and forth dialog. As for thinking,
The subvocal orator, when silenced, will bring
A deeper awareness of life and how it’s run.
Constant symbols and imagery is not its style.

The moment you stop thinking, you’ll be in contact
With a world without texture and all that makes sense
To the bodily senses. No sight, sound, or smell
Or the names we have given to all things can dwell
In the presence of beingness. Insight immense
Can be had for the asking. This is a known fact.

With a handful of colors we’re blind as the bat.
With a brief scale of notes, deaf we might as well be
Yet the world of no thoughtform remains infinite
Both in color and sound, and it feels only right
To indulge The Unspeakable World frequently.
Stopping fixing conceptions, I shall not fall flat.

Keeping Tradition Alive

An Effort Of Endurance

Cost of Being increases are not to be paid
To traditional artisans of India.
Expensive raw materials increase in price.
They’re lucky to break even, yet they sacrifice
Time and effort preserving ancient media.
Artifacts from this fort town are craftily made.

Molten metals are used and lots of chiseling.
The process calls for patience, for months it can take
To produce just one item. Focus and detail
Are the skills necessary. All at their avail
Are quaint tools and equipment, and for culture’s sake,
They offer to the world an aesthetic wellspring.

Melted pieces of copper and zinc fill the mold
That is packed using body weight with dirt and sand.
After buffing and polishing, bathing is done
In a sulfate solution. Each and every one
Has a signature color. They then etch by hand
Captivating designs for the world to behold.

  Wire is tapped into carved grooves. The rare soil they use
Comes only from the city of Bali. Therefore,
There’s a special uniqueness to art from this place.
Gig economies prosper but at a slow pace
In these times become urgent with unending war.
What can help such a market that’s destined to lose?