select poems

 

The light of night is quite bright

The ground beneath me crunches

Pebbles are veiled, cold to touch

The grass carries wetness

The night elevates

There are layers to this

fog, where sight transfers ownership to the sense

I see it all quite clearly, in my memory

 

 

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4 subjects of writing

 

What i see

This is what I observe. When I perceive, I discern one thing from another, I use logic and ponder relationships,

What i am

I sense my being. The expression of myself is expression of the world[my world]

What i feel

I am overwhelmed by the force larger than myself. There is nothing to analyze, to understand or ponder. The ocean's waves carry me, it is my motivator and my destination. Lest I die, the proof will be gone; yet I will still believe it to be true.

What i know

What is that which I know? I cannot know. What is known is not what you can see. It is not your own world, but the colliding ones. It is not the feeling but the source. It is not the knowledge but the truth. It is not the moment but the static time.

 

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place and time, there are no things