FLY WITH the wind
Walk and run on the
water
free the mind
from the very shackles of
your freedom
know not your limits
high fly
hover on a cliff
jump
then die.
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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