The Beggar At The Door Poem by Douglas Scotney
The Beggar At The Door
I may have to make a choice
between humanity, mystery and art.
If I ignore the existence of the giant
(as a supernatural issue) ,
and if,
instead of a tear as well,
the beggar at the door
is the ONLY necessary imperfection,
will I enjoy the feast inside the more?
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Stopped at 17, 'The Larger Sutra'.
I bought a painting with a tear, one of those words of more than one meaning.
See '3 Steps to 'Specks''
I bought a painting with a tear, one of those words of more than one meaning.
See '3 Steps to 'Specks''
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4/18/2024 3:51:21 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Perhaps as a beggar the beggar is perfection the real mystery remains without invisible subjugating wishful thinking through infinite intricate inconceivable interactions and 5 degress of interconnection ephemeral flush of introspection, the nature of attraction?