Second Thoughts

Sometimes the mechanisms of thought are there, but the content is weak or just barely present, like a low flame, or background music. Like that of a child, all star-gazed, dreamy. Is that because of the relations between the 'I-world' are still fluid, in the process of being moored, anchored to some fixed point? The senses still coming alive, rising to the surface, as it were?

And is this unknowingness also, later, something we aspire to: a creative leap out of the mind and back to life? Not a return to an undivided condition or a pleasure that doesn't sting, but a lived experience of contradictions and distinctions? Of time.

.............The water
flashes
each time you
make it leap-
..................arching its glittering back.

---Denise.

A thought about what passes and takes leave is only a thought. It passes too. Do not give it a second thought. But we do, and that's okay. Necessary. To be human is to have second thoughts. Much is left unsaid; much, too, is unsayable.