when we begin to think only for the moment
we become like a pathway.
there is solidity on its face and even though
people walk upon us and leave we become so unaffected.
it is the moment that we seize and then give away
all the while
accepting that this is another fact of our life here.
some flowers begin to bloom
seeds sprout.
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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