it does not have always to be
comet-like
someone must learn to walk
and learn back to
being a child again
things are meant to be
slow
sweetness of sugar savored
within the gum
speed is not always a good friend
the rushes kill the meaning
of what we must be
it could be simply a handful of sand
that we scrutinize
inside our palms
counting how many diamonds
are there
glittering
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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