in the afternoon
after a walk uphill
exhausted
i sit down and relax
and do nothing
and then i formulate the
questions
and usually they remain to
be
as there are
in truth no possible
answers
it is this kind of acceptance
that makes life
so exciting so real
complacency subsumed
in uncertainty
the openness of the doors
of this tiny world of the grain
creates the necessary
space for breathing
the ocean of beliefs
chokes us essentially
the myriad choices
freeze us to a series of
mini-deaths
you shall be like the earth
receiving rain and sunshine
without communication
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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