Cast thine attention to what is important
to see, not understand, clearly for what it is
in your experience--without bias, your own included.
Choose the words to describe that perception.
Almost clarity's the result, if not comprehension,
comprising the what and how exclusive of all you or others
think, or believed or said about, now, the It.
Phenomenology's the process, not the product.
If you talk about it or It and how others experience,
that's a discussion of a subject or synthesis of views
of it and some how of it. Greater clarity perhaps,
and infused with understandings important about
an elusive object, or subject, of our attention.
Descriptive analysis is not phenomenology.
Round and round the circle goes,
up and down till it gives you woes.
Now the gyre with the It I would
narrows and points to see the very what it could.
At its center the still clothed stands
to be unfrocked before my truth can land.
Seeming tall and straight--naked now she sits--
with I along to see everything s/he it fits.
What is ever changes it it stays the same,
as I from inside out the circle game.
A game with rules simple strict, to wit--
to the thing itself no foreign nit.
No conceit conceive except to pre-perceive,
tentative hold, 'sans bias' what we re-ceive.
Take not for granted what now you see,
for it is is and not its elusive be.
I would its essence comprehend,
but to describe? it moveth round the bend.
I would put me first and what I saw,
but now the circle's the great big maw.
Before it eats me my mind all up,
Time for dinner. Better pause and sup.
Or do all else while the wine ferments,
you can your gaze from it 'fore relents,
till all is clear as clear it must,
for in study and reflection I verily trust.
And once the gyre turns and says its said I say,
then another sparkly thing can draw all well away.
