you see the thorn
you prick your finger with it
and you bleed
blame no one
it is always the nature of thorns
and fingers
you suffer
blame no one
it is your nature to suffer
and bleed
reflect on the pain
find joy in it.
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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