WITTGENSTEIN'S MAXIM

[Guest guest]

AFTER DARK decades of endless reading matter,

Information, encyclopaedic, does this to that relate?

Probing problems by deduction or debate,

With reams and realms of mundane mindless chatter.

Nouns and verbs drop, splashing, pitter patter,

Plashing over probables, and the paradox of fate;

Babbling, burbling  words, well afloat in spate.

Does a river also natter like a half mad hatter?

 

Solution lies in silence of the heart, so still,

Profoundly emerald as the boundless ocean deep.

Mental consternation will surely make one ill,

But in quietness, intuition shyly dares to peep.

 

'WHAT CAN BE SAID AT ALL, CAN BE CLEARLY SAID AT WILL,

BUT ONE CANNOT SPEAK SILENCE.'So now it's time for sleep