the poetic life
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It appears to me that a given question may bring about an answer which is unable to quench the thirst for knowing, as the wonder without asking might clearly surpass an understanding.
And so, I sit still with the wonder of nature in its delicate expressions, and take it as is, that the existence of a god or the nonexistent same, neither can destroy these delicacies.
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Personal Lexicon: Luxury
The mere human experience is a luxury. Breathing Smiling Tasting —- luxury And the soul, ingesting and releasing expressions which can never be physically encapsulated.
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Reduction, expansion, fragility, and protection
This thing we call life is just a live-performance. It is not one reality, for we go through only one version of it — the individual one. An instruction booklet to life can not be printed, not ahead of birth, not during the performance, not while getting off the stage. The first couple of years…
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Thinking is a Prayer
A friend asked me, “Pray for me, so I may be filled with strength in my life”. I answered, thinking of you is a prayer.
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On writing a book, I wonder…
Is it an expansion of my being, or mere storytelling? Is it a wonderful story, or literature? Is it addressing a problem, or a solution?
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I
That is the selfSimpleSingularMajusculeQuite a featIn the mind with the English tonguewriting it displays a highly concerted and concentrated effortIn that which I prepare to drink or eatand in how I drink or eat itIn the sounds with timing I wish to composethe words I conveyeither for poetryor conversation In the frames I freeze through…
Sila Blume 