there are always options
nobody tells us what are they
before we know it
we have become our own
myriad options
self-preservation
love of self and love of the other
obeying rules
not discarding them
making new rules
and understanding some new ones
do not listen
you have your light within
pray
for we are weak and
of limited understanding editions
move on, life always begins
on something exciting
who cares? this is my life
this is my own journey
climbing mountains
sitting on stone
watching another day
pass by
on a caravan of memories
on desert thoughts
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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