poetry
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Showing-Up for Emptiness: Excellence Between Obsession and Apathy
The concept of “showing-up” emphasizes active existence over passive presence. It involves intentional engagement with the world, others, and oneself. By exploring the balance between appetite, emotion, and intellect through the lens of askēsis, individuals can cultivate a deeper, responsive… Continue reading
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where eternity’s shadow slinks
walking about myneighborhood listeningas Debussy fillsthe day with nocturnes scurrying squirrelsleap toward safetyfrom the old thinkerplodding on along is there more bird song?do feathered cousinswhistling and chirpingapprove these preludes? a bee knocks my handon way to freshlyplanted flowerbedgathering pollenalong the… Continue reading
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Haibun 06Jul25: Reading, Authority, and Reason
When I was young, I thought books were keys to the vault of answers. If I read enough, deeply enough, I’d know what to think. I mistook tradition for commandment. Decades later, I sit among these same volumes—dog-eared, underlined, marked… Continue reading
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Turning over: awake
Bloody birth wriggling from the womb. Cries of life after the first difficult breath. How to grasp this new thread Tightening itself within the tapestry? As each breath increases awareness Grab greedy all around… Suckling, pissing, shitting. Each action becoming… Continue reading
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and… still
…Still There she sits in memory Drifting on the edge of tomorrow Laughter fills the daydream light Tears baptize her pillows Time is stillness, time is… Every night in prayer for love Recalling all the dearest hearts That sometimes called… Continue reading
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never mine
Reaching out to the limits of the universe Desire stretches–grasp grasping– for a peppermint or whatever Empires rising and falling all of reality just a sweet little distraction Deathless gesture taking-in-hand yet never mine Continue reading
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Tabernacle inertia
I would drift out sightless upon the water of the endless abyss obliviated of every memory and forgetting expectations. I would glide zigzagging the trade winds of exchange becoming a whisper of what was yet never could be. I… Continue reading
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Tell all the truth but tell it slant
Tell all the truth but tell it slant — Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man… Continue reading
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maintaining submission
Writing poetry rather than writing an exam. Continue reading
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I-Thou Encompassing
O, Thou; O, Thou… I alone falters embracing uncommon – uncanny entwining – exclusive encompassing I risks everything for no-thing for Thou this encounter nothing else how can “you” capture this? you… you… you… you… you… you… stuttering stabbing particle instants… Continue reading
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General Kafka
“The right understanding of any matter and a misunderstanding of the same matter do not wholly exclude each other.” ― Franz Kafka, The Trial something happened we cannot know details rest assured… it happened not a good thing a hushed thing sitting… Continue reading
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Mont Blanc by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark—now glittering—now reflecting gloom— Now lending splendour, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings Of waters—with a sound but half… Continue reading
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Stefan Zweig: On The Daemonic and Tragic Worlds | dark ecologies
Whatever strives to transcend the narrower boundaries of self, overleaping immediate personal interests to seek adventures in the dangerous realm of inquiry, is the outcome of the daemonic constituent of our being. But the daemon is not a friendly and… Continue reading
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unbroken but stretching
disconnecting slowly strings of attachment unbroken but stretching unfortunate end Continue reading
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licking fingers, touching pages
a civilization of fetishists not surprising really see how we treat the book as idol the paragraph the sentence the phrase the word and yet we wonder how could people commodify and even fuck clothing shoes cars but it is… Continue reading
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impossible exchange
born within the ground bourne upon the wind, every word is prophesy to the death and resurrection of our impossible exchange our loving struggle our communication Continue reading
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Brick Lotus
Slippers slipping off my feet Adjusting my new inserts Adjusting my old soul Stopping at the brick lotus Sitting in the Sun awhile Material conditions of Mindfulness Lower back pain Blurry eyes Big fat stomach Dry skin on my forehead… Continue reading
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red gold
sunlight embraces face (gold red eyelid kisses) november wind Continue reading
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