the poetic life
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Destiny is not a Goal
Being in life is a progression accumulating moments, cycles, an ever riper age. And at ever recurring junctures any animal may become noble.
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Languid to Love
Languid are these men. It is in their nature, in their cultural molds of pride, in their balsam baths of faith which relax hair, bone, and soul, some being anointed the very first days with holy water. It is in their social frame, be it high, or peasantry, blue in blood, or in collar, where…
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One Hundred Days
Thank you! To the several hundreds that have graced me as my readership of many topics and expression styles during the last one hundred days, I thank you. On August twenty-eighth of two thousand and twenty, I posted in silablume.life for the very first time, and I sincerely thank you for being my audience. My…
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You are what you eat*
(as colorful as you eat, as vibrantly attentive as you digest. You are with certainty the freshness and the energy of what you intake, and you radiate with joy, in concordance with the discerning mind that has helped you acquire a sense of delicate taste, the very same that will impregnate your spirit to conquer…
Sila Blume 