Cognition
Cognition
Is
What we see, out there,
Really
What do we see?
The gentle shadows
Or the tender dawn interfere with
Unreliable senses---to a great extent.
These magical hours change human perceptions
And bewitch the alert eyes.
What is there…is not there.
What is not there…is there.
An odd image or two spring up before startled you.
The nightly gloom changes the forms
And turns a cloth-line into a moving serpent
Or a billowing curtain in an empty hall into
A dancing ghost of a maid seen a few decades ago
But never found, again and alive, in that dark mansion, of the pale-faced
River, now gasping under the weight of garbage, discharged in tons, from the nearby, ever-hungry, Asian
Cities.
All that glitters is not gold says the Bard from the Stratford-upon-Avon.
Yet, we continue to be led by the fallible orbs---not intuition or the inner light.Is
What we see, out there,
Really
What we see?
The gentle shadows
Or the tender dawn interfere with
Unreliable senses---to great extent.
These magical hours change human perceptions
And bewitch the alert eyes.
What is there…is not there.
What is not there…is there.
An odd image or two spring up before startled you.
The nightly gloom changes the forms
And turns a cloth-line into a moving serpent
Or a billowing curtain in an empty hall into
A dancing ghost of a maid seen few decades ago
But never found, again and alive, in that dark mansion, off the pale-faced
River, now gasping under the weight of garbage, discharged in tons, from the nearby, ever hungry, Asian
Cities.
All that glitters is not gold says the Bard from the Stratford-upon-Avon.
Yet, we continue to be led by the fallible orbs---not intuition or the inner light.