Understanding

Robert M. Pirsig – Zen and the Art of Motorcyle Maintenance 

“This is the source of the trouble. Persons tend to think and feel exclusively in one mode or the other and in doing so tend to misunderstand and underestimate what the other mode is all about. But no one is willing to give up the truth as he sees it, and as far as I know, no one now living has any real reconciliation of these truths or modes. There is no point at which these visions of reality are unified.” 

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what makes you squirm poem

What makes you squirm 

A quick look,
a sneaky peek.
Eyes open wide,
pupils dilate.
Shock, horror.
What to say?
Stomach churning,
you turn away.

She looks at you,
a face of fear.
Lost for words,
eyes don’t linger.
Gaze cast down,
sorry you try.
Tears forming,
you wave goodbye.

A truth seen,
hard to digest.
She understands,
why you can’t.
One last glance,
forward you go.
A resounding sigh,
just another memento.

Morning Time Alarm Bell

Time spent wisely 

Sat quietly crossed legged,

Just working through,

Your bits and pieces.

A smile on your face,

A sweetness in the air,

Your mind content.

Your little world,

A place that’s yours.

The door opens wide,

And she walks in.

Looks down at you,

Sees your last hour.

It’s there on her face,

You can tell.

She needn’t say the rest,

But she can’t resist.


“What a waste of time.” 

It’s the unknown that makes you squirm 

It’s not that you don’t care.

It’s not that you don’t want to hear it. 

It’s not that you don’t want to see it. 

It’s that it makes you uncomfortable.

You don’t know what to do, say, think. So it’s easier to ignore it.

You don’t mean to turn away, to avert your eyes, hide your face. 

You do it before you realise that you are doing it. 

You carry on with what you know. 

What you feel comfortable with. 

What doesn’t confront what is inside of yourself. 

You squirm a little, so you move away. Move on. 

When you’re far enough away, far enough away so the debrises won’t come near you.  

You shoot a look. A quick one. Eyes widen. In that one look, they can see. 

They can understand, that you do not. 

But they know, they know that it’s not your fault. 

And you turn away, turn back, ignore, forget. Try to forget. 

And they sigh. And carry on, as best they can.