Legos Logos
Updated: Sep 19
When you can smell what you hear
And taste what you see
You are either on the other side
Of sanity, or insanely profound.
I just made that up.
With words.
Having no idea
How or if an idea
Would come out.
What it meant.
If anything at all.
Now I know
How my Grandson feels
Building his world
Out of LEGOs,
The modern world’s LOGOS,
Knowing that all the pieces
Should fit together,
That the puzzle is the design
The design puzzling,
Because they rarely do
Especially since the pile
From which he chooses
Contains a multitude
Of separate sets
Containing a multitude
Of unique pieces
Whose intent and purpose
Becomes seemingly unrecognizable
Within the immense mound
Spilled out upon the floor.
A metaphor for life you say?
Perhaps metaphorically
A definition of America?
Definitely definitive.
There’s a reason “educated people”
Become eugenically tendentious
As they grow old within,
Without the charm of youth
To hide the nascent racism
Residing in all of us
Regardless of race, creed or color.
It’s the hereditary material
Binding us apart,
Uniting us in division,
A genome that informs the form
Of our nuclei, the very cell
Of our all’s all,
The mansion of our birth,
The mausoleum of our death.
We all quest for Light’s purity,
Seeking it in homogeneity
Rather than creation’s grand diversity
Which we avoid since it always evades
Always eludes our cloyful graspings,
Since it can never be held,
Only if you are open to the NOW
To the potential lurking
In every moment of time,
You may be able to smell what you hear
And taste what you see
Through patiently scavenging
The mounds’ multitudinousness,
Seeing the particular
Within the vastness
And the vastness
Within the particular.
8/23/2020
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