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Palpable Specter of Absence
The palpable specter of absence, brushes the lips ere the press of a kiss, softening on the edge of a sigh’s sweet perception and there upon this precipice we cast our wishes in all cardinal directions. Every sad memory holds … Continue reading
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Aesthetic Nihilism
Beauty is rebellious… An essence within the march of surly youthful endeavors to always buck the establishment. Beauty usurps beauty in a multispectral uprising against the status quo. It seeks the foreground of awareness, and the ever-expanding symmetry behind which … Continue reading
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My Teacher is Now
I asked her to tea. She said, “my teacher advises me not to.” I told her my teacher said it’s okay. She asked me who is my teacher, I said, “the tea is my teacher.” I asked to kiss her. … Continue reading
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Leaves and Limbs
“I free you,” said the bare limbs to the falling leaves. Below, they gathered in a memorial; A sea of so many colors, Perhaps To honor the loss of their beloved or perhaps to finally effervesce in so many hues … Continue reading
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Happy Now Years… The History of Now.
O’, such romance, this fickle affair with time. But imagine if every day were New Years Eve; were we to dutifully absorb a moment of wistful reflection at morning awoken or before closing our eyes at night. Think about it. … Continue reading
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Precisely Enough
When I do not have You I endure, Yet, I’d break were You only mine Without You I depart When I’m with You, I arrive. If I am kissing You, I cannot hear Your words. When we are done kissing, … Continue reading
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Long Sweet Solitude
O’ long sweet solitude beside You and if not with You, then surrounding the thought of, If not the thought, then within the vast lingering emptiness that only Your limitless essence could leave. I melt and pour myself into Your … Continue reading
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Shebi-Arus: Rumi’s Wedding Night (Khamosh)
Khamush (Silence) (Jelal-a-din Rumi) “Carry your baggage toward silence: when you seek the signs of the Way, don’t make yourself the focus of attention. The Prophet said, “Know that amid the sea of cares my Companions are like guiding stars.” … Continue reading
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Mysterious Depths
There are page-empty days that I do not wish to draw you, in charcoal or yellow or write of you, or kiss you, or make love to you; or to sing beside you about lost treasure, or to hear you, … Continue reading
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Waiting for the Spider to Return
Planet earth is a garden forest skyline. I stick my face in its bosom often. It is a sea of foaming white caps, and a buzzing hive of fuzzy bodied bees; a pile of empty paint cans and half buried … Continue reading