Showing posts with label wisdom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wisdom. Show all posts

Saturday, 16 August 2025

Wisdom #22

Christmas '23 my Beloved gave me a tiny notebook, with a condition.

"This is not for poems," he warned (possibly thinking of the mess of scribbles that make up my notebooks),"it's only for wisdoms."


I've a nose for limitations that yield good quarry, hence I surrendered with gladness. Whenever I came across words that seemed worthy of copying out by hand, another page was filled in my little book. In all this time, I have gathered a total of 32 wisdoms. I haven't nearly half-filled the book. 

Then, last Thursday, he sent me a link to a YouTube clip, which I listened to while doing the dishes a moment ago. The clip makes for pretty worthy listening at this time in human history. It triggered my memory of a wisdom I'd written in one of my journals at the time (November '24) – my very own wisdom, born from my own experiences of a lifetime, which I decided to jot down in my little book. When I was done and had dried my hands, I went and found what I had written down. This:

Wisdom #22

I simply cannot think in groups. I can feel in and with groups, but think only as an individual.

 Silke Heiss, 9th November 2024

C'est tout. That is all. All-important, I'd say without a moment's hesitation, at this horrific time of historic mass psychosis (this link leads to the same YouTube video* as the one above). 

A wisdom based on pure experience. And: won from closely, but closely observing my own mind over the many decades.


*If you want the video in shorthand, please refer to Silke's Wisdom #22. Most importantly, please apply the wisdom as a daily practice. Earmark this blog. Think for and by yourself alone. Practise it. Stand firm. It's f***ing hard and completely vital for the survival of the human being. 

Note: being. Not species. The human being is far, far more important than the human species, who are, as we can clearly see, not important in the least.


Sunday, 21 October 2018

Philosophy in loins

Philosophy in loins

My letters, these days, step
at times not in terrain
I've been -

barefoot, plain
they point
almost away from poetry -

take a train of thought
beyond space-time,

capsuled into stillness

- like a liner on the horizon,
suspended on eternity's curve,
steadily joins the dots
plotting her journey
into wisdom's harbour:

where brown and blue eyes meet
by a philosophy in loins
of sky and earth
and all the forms of water -
wild, and sweetly bowered.

- Silke Heiss, October 2018