Plonk

True wisdom is shaded, hidden, deep and sensitive.
Far to the core of all meaning, like the floor of the ocean.
We can only see where the waves change.

Carefully, like walking across shifting ice.
Wary, like a hunting cat, or a hunted deer.
Full of patient, gentle kindness, as a grandparent to a beloved child.
Soft as water,
Empty as a blank page.
A pot to be filled.

A muddy pool that we must wait to settle.

So, we are wise when we let the forms appear,
Impassively ready for the moment when we need to act.
Not eager to pounce, not anxious for gain, no ulterior motives.
Doing the right step delicately but surely, letting wisdom dance with us.


Plonk. Also "Red Biddy" or "Pinkie". Cheap red wine fortified with methylated spirit. Much drunk in Australia.
Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase and Fable, 1963. p. 709.

So, is that last sentence an unrelated statement? And what exactly is methylated spirit? I always associate Plonk with Rumpole of the Bailey. Chateaux Thames Embankment.

Came across a band called Coyote Kolb, they have a groove.