Nothing is enough. After long silence.
Have we seen and understood enough yet ?
The crocuses trampled on to tell us
That a little boy has been hurt –
Another necessary death demanding response.
Have we heard enough of the refectory sounds ?
Day after day, the same re-echoed sounds ?
We have seen so much – too much ?
It crowds in upon our senses,
Making the balance between ‘objectivity’ and spontaneity
Too much insight can be dangerous.
Words become carefully controlled, measured –
Until the expression of truth
Becomes merely intellectualisation.
Irrationality is necessary too !
And regression is not always weakness,
Nor exaggeration dishonest.