finding the self in the self
gives you the wrong path
do not look to the stars
you are never there
look at the ground and
touch the hand of the blind
talk to the mute and be
the ears of the deaf
only can you find your eyes
in their eyes
your hands can feel the
warmth
that is not found within the
lines of your palms
only then can you hear
the sounds of your longing
that you can only understand
from their hunger
yourself is not in yourself
it is in the other
your heart is not in your
chest
it is in the emptiness of
another.
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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