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Tag Archives: illusion
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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The Heart Sutra
There is no practice, way, or path,No future place, no lingering past,Nothing is real, and nothing dream;Everything that is, just seems,and is connected but still freeto think with selfish vanityThat by itself it came to be. What folly, to imagine … Continue reading
More Pretend
You choose a place and time to take a stand, although you realize, to some degreethat at the moment you first make said plan,it’s already missed opportunity. You take a breath and calculate the costwith all the tools at hand, … Continue reading
Dividing Up the Blame
There is no religion for the whole of “god”, just some small and all-too-human scraps. We are not equipped to know the universe, nor much more than we hold in our laps. There is nothing that is end-all, be-all that … Continue reading
The Presence of Today
We either seek to view the world today through some past generation’s worn and tired lens, or try to filter what is past and gone with some new, modern sensibility. In either case, the picture loses sense; we only see … Continue reading
Does Somebody Win?
Doesn’t seem to make much sense at all; win or lose don’t matter in the end. It’s a race that seems too close to call; finish line’s just up around the bend. Doesn’t seem to change much day to day; … Continue reading
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Tagged competition, cycles, illusion, imagination, losing, pointlessness, winning
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A Single Blink: triolet
A moment’s span is very little time; a single blink and half of it is gone. Not long enough to make ambition’s climb, a moment’s span is very little time, which makes its wasting quite a solemn crime. On such … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, French verse forms, illusion, life, poetic forms, time, tininess, triolet
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