Forget not to remember (note to self)
That I don't know. Prepare to be surprised.
Remember to forget all I've surmised,
Put preconceptions back upon the shelf.
There was an age when I was free and wild.
But head has long ago eclipsed the heart,
My artlessness seduced by social art.
O Pan! Revive the music of the child!
The filters through which I perceive the sky
Delimit my experience, and I
No longer even know that I'm bereft.
But now I vow for what years I have left
To look upon the earth in wonder's thrall.
Losing the parts that I might know the All.
-- JJM (#25 in the I Ching Sonnet series)