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Virtuosity
Is the solution so simple and black and white that you can tweet it? Weighing in with your two cents isn’t risking your money. Is the right answer pitting our us against them in a blind fool’s game? No one … Continue reading
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Tagged battle, dualism, Japanese verse forms, pointlessness, social media, talking heads, waka, winning
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Nothing to Say
Social media is an infectious disease, spread by word of mouth. We pretend we have something worth saying out loud each day. Who cares how diligently we reshare or like? We like to think we improve silence, but no one … Continue reading
Imagine What
Imagine what the world looks like right now: a mass illusion wrapped up in a dream. There are no other lands or hidden gods, nor unconnected causes or effects. What would you change or wish you could improve, in just … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, awareness, daily poems, illusion, poetic forms, power, sonnet
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When You Want
When you want to learn don’t start with what you don’t know; examine yourself. Remember, your ignorance begins at the beginning. When you want to grow don’t start seeking the sunshine. Connect to the ground. Until your roots are dirty, … Continue reading
So Many Words
So many words for such a thing so smallit barely leaves a ripple at the shore,and all its no-so-grand comings and goingsare little noticed after, or before. So brief an episode is this thing life:a moment’s breath in an eternal … Continue reading
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Tagged breath, emptiness, iambic pentameter, impermanence, life, poetic forms, sonnet
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Without a Trace
Without gratitude to season today’s living, the soup of being has little or no flavor. Who would eat such a bland dish? Without noticing the beauty of this moment, a colorless world clothes our life in only gray. Who would … Continue reading
What’s the Score?
Just to speculateon some ideal world to come,that will not arriveso long as “they” oppose it,is a poor and fruitless game.We cannot evolvein the future, on our own,without each other.The true barrier to peaceis never your enemies.What kind of a … Continue reading
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