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.
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
your morning is beautiful
as i see it it is white like another transparent wall
to the other side is an opaqueness blurred still
and yet so exciting. just wait, something is happily gyrating
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