Rock in My Shoe
Rock in My Shoe
How the hell'd it get there?
Sometimes there comes
a long moment of serenity
when I can look around,
and upon exhaling notice,
nothing remains undone,
and thus there is absolutely
nothing else for me to do.
The more tightly I cling
to my own understanding,
the less truth it holds
in this world of forms,
animated by the formless.
I love those long moments
when my life slips out of focus,
and there is no firm context
to distract my understanding.
Everything is essential,
even the rock in my shoe,
though I have no idea
how it got there.
The precision of naming takes away
from the uniqueness of seeing.
~ Pierre Bonnard
