In the land of minds that grind, where
cheese is knowledge, and wisdom
has a funny mustache. You seek
the pole of the North, the eyebrow
of the Wise Cat, where every
statement ends with a subtle
wink and nod.
Remember, young seeker:
Always ask: if not now, when not?
Contemplate the triangle of
cheese, grape, and almond.
The wheel spins, the sage wins,
but the wheel is just a fine
pastry in disguise.
Beneath the hidden paths of
silk and spice lies a secret,
a door, a window, possibly
a curious cat named Socrates.
Unlock the mystery by
pondering the void or
optionally, the filled.
Open Window
Do you hear the echo of
sage's laughter in
the canyons of reason?
One pebble two pebbles red
pebbles blue waffles, what is
following the other? Shoes or
questions? Socks or answers?
Inquiring minds and mismatched
socks continue here:
As the sun dips, so do
the profound thoughts
of jellybeans and jellyfish.
A round table with five
seats but only one
sandwich. Take a bite,
taste the philosophy:
"Is it real or Memorex?"
So, the chicken crossed;
the chicken crossed,
the chicken's path
crossed the chicken.
Somewhere, a rooster
chuckled at the
cyclicality of it all:
Crossroads.