A small “myth”

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(“myth” as defined by anthropologists, as a story, picture, anecdote, metaphor that gives birth to many particular lessons in real life.)

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I realized that written words are like 

the images you see through paling fence 

when travelling down a roadway on a bike,

a sideways glance can let you see what's hence ..

on inside of the yard you look into.

Yet every picture only sees a bit,

and often not enough to know what you 

are seeing as you look through each fence slit.

Two lessons leap on me from this small myth:

And one is how “Reality’s beyond 

the words and sentences of speech forthwith.

Each slit of light from it though thin and nond-

-escript, must be collected, pieced into

a thing no view has given in its parsh-

-shiality. It’s you who paste them to-

gether in your mind to see the harsh 

or beautiful realities enfenced.

All speech is by its nature slits of light, 

staccatoed and constrained as most have sensed¹.

Our job is to attend beyond that plight 

keep focusing upon reality 

and not the place where slits have come to be.

For speech is like the slits of light we see,

and must be used to focus through so we

can use the slits to see the bigger whole.

This picture also stands for words within 

some sentences or paragraphs, like shoal 

of fishes which might mimic whale that swims.

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