Thursday, September 3, 2015
Saturday, August 22, 2015
Save an Arrow
As I rest my eyes upon her
and present myself to her presence
Cupid appears before me
and lifts up his bow and arrow
You can go home today, I said
Save yourself an arrow, I continued
The thing you want for me
That thing I already am
and present myself to her presence
Cupid appears before me
and lifts up his bow and arrow
You can go home today, I said
Save yourself an arrow, I continued
The thing you want for me
That thing I already am
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Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Verging III: The Subject Is Present
Have you ever felt so present
When all you notice is real time
Without the slightest concept and construct?
I felt it today
I was there
Under the atmosphere
Surrounded by air
Supported by the ground
Covered in bright daylight
Visited by various kinds of sound
I was like the famous salt doll
Inside a vast ocean
Still it amazed me afterwards
For I found something odd
There was no dissolution
I remained a subject
I was still there
Awake and aware
And yet I was everything
When all you notice is real time
Without the slightest concept and construct?
I felt it today
I was there
Under the atmosphere
Surrounded by air
Supported by the ground
Covered in bright daylight
Visited by various kinds of sound
I was like the famous salt doll
Inside a vast ocean
Still it amazed me afterwards
For I found something odd
There was no dissolution
I remained a subject
I was still there
Awake and aware
And yet I was everything
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Friday, March 13, 2015
Verging II: The Subject Feels the Rain
When I looked up, all I saw were clumps of cloud
They were in two shades only, light gray and dark
The sun was nowhere to be seen
It was a dim afternoon
People next to me unfolded their umbrellas and raised them high
It's as if they're challenging the sky
God is coming, I thought
He's coming in cold drops
The sky soon poured
And the road was drenched
God touched me
and touched me
and touched me
And soaked me all over
I was shivering as I walked
The cold went straight to my bones
They were in two shades only, light gray and dark
The sun was nowhere to be seen
It was a dim afternoon
People next to me unfolded their umbrellas and raised them high
It's as if they're challenging the sky
God is coming, I thought
He's coming in cold drops
The sky soon poured
And the road was drenched
God touched me
and touched me
and touched me
And soaked me all over
I was shivering as I walked
The cold went straight to my bones
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Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Verging I: Red Pill
Should he raise his hand, the beating will stop.
And yet, it stays calmly in the pocket of his jacket.
"What do you seek?" I ask.
"The break of my chains," he answered.
And yet, it stays calmly in the pocket of his jacket.
"What do you seek?" I ask.
"The break of my chains," he answered.
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