A One Line Poem
The last two days have been spent on one line of a poem, going no further, neither receding, and yet I am happy. We must ask ourselves sometimes, 'Have I really understood?', for there is no clear definition and we may ride out the length of our days on one technicality, always believing to have encompassed the fullness of it, while the real expanse of understanding lies behind what has been 'understood'. When each thing is given its just importance, it resolves itself; when the problem is exposed, the problem no longer exists, it is merely desire that is left. Understanding comes without any permission, which is why the biggest mistake is sometimes having found a solution.