Most perfect, yet it seem
imperfect, incomplete:
its use is not impaired.
Filled up, and yet it seems
poured out, an empty void:
it will never run dry
The straightest, yet it seems
to deviate, to bend;
the highest skill and yet
it looks like clumsiness.
The utmost eloquence,
it sounds like stammering.
As movement overcomes
the cold, and stillness, heat
the Wise Man, pure and still
will rectify the world
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swaps // June 29, 2009 at 6:06 pm |
“The utmost eloquence,
it sounds like stammering.”
I often come across these words. And each time I like it.