A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Friday, April 16, 2021

sake itself

I think 
we have to consider 
our motivations. And 
that we have to start 
doing it for sake's sake. 
Pure. For its own sweet 
sake. Only then can we 
step back inside ourselves 
and observe what makes it
alone worth doing itself for
the sake of sake's own sweet
behoof. Better yet, it behooves
us to leave behoof out of it. Behooval
is next level shit. Take sake, for itself, 
on in practice down to habit, risen 
in discipline and ascending towards
mastery first. You must perfect 
before you can play and that 
takes above all: practice. 

But do it for the sheer sake. 
Not your own. Sake's itself. 

Only then can you achieve 
purity of ulterior mode, and 
begin to consider 

what behooved you, really? 

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