if we trust what we see that is normal because our eyes always assure us about what is there in tri-dimension and when we smell what we see we believe more on what the basic senses offer we rest on these logical consequences we even have to trust the structure of numbers and how they work upon us we take pride something is true and something always works with results, desired and exalted we fall sometimes to lapses and we begin to ask about causes, we dig deeper to failures and sometimes we forget successes we forget the beauty of having to discover submitting ourselves more to the distress of failures we elucidate more on errors we lurk in depression i have enough of these illusions there are more reasons for a jubilation there is a need for a priority jamming with joy and creative celebration i have decided to forget sadness and set aside the quest for greatness that has always been nothing but a mess these are nothing but peripheries and collateral at the center of all these decorations is this mission, this knowledge that this is but a journey that i am a pilgrim, a steward, and i do not desire anything i do not own any and i do not owe anybody at all i have only dreams, and wishes oh, they are not actually even mine at all. |
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.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
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