Long have I known
Her beauty from afar
But I have longed
To know her in detail
Her beauty from afar
But I have longed
To know her in detail
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The Spirit of Travel
From the very beginning
Life has always been
A journey
Life has always been
A journey
Hardened Shell
Cutting through the hardened shell
Of cognitive dissonance
And confirmation bias
Reveals a frightening realm
Of ill-defined objects
And unresolved detail
Of cognitive dissonance
And confirmation bias
Reveals a frightening realm
Of ill-defined objects
And unresolved detail
But better to crawl through
To this wilderness of consciousness
Than remain unconscious
Battering the cage
Of my own ignorance
Angles and Hard Lines
I have made myself
A collection of angles and hard lines
A manifestation of steely pride
A collection of angles and hard lines
A manifestation of steely pride
Still the shadow of nature
Falls upon me
With her supple forms
Her irregular grace
So I quiet the urge for being
Let her sunshine warm me
And become the bough
Blowing in the wind
Geometry ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #67
With arc and sphere
With line and square
I fix the world
In sight and mind
The world I build
Becomes this kind
With line and square
I fix the world
In sight and mind
The world I build
Becomes this kind
While Nature’s skilled
Geometry
Is rarely square
Organically
Math more complex
So beautifully
Patterns of Existence
Lao Tzu’s words can be pretty difficult to wrap a Western, science-educated mind around (my own struggle is continuous), beginning with understanding the term “the Tao” itself.
The Wire Man
The Wire Man spoke
Substance, said It
Is a matter
Of subjective opinion
Substance, said It
Is a matter
Of subjective opinion
I am naught but wire
Wrapping a steel skeleton
On top of which rests
A pattern of thoughts
Healing ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #58
0n my life’s journey
Science and logic and reason
Taught me all the many ways
I was wounded and broken
Science and logic and reason
Taught me all the many ways
I was wounded and broken
But it was not until
I met the Buddha on the road
That I began to heal
She Looked Away
She looked away
And I knew
There would never be
Love in her eyes
If she looked at me again
And I knew
There would never be
Love in her eyes
If she looked at me again
No trust
No love
Ending the Bad Days
Sometimes
The end of a bad day
Begins with a smile
The end of a bad day
Begins with a smile
Wry or pained, OK
Irony works
It can lead to a chuckle
In a chuckle
There is often a laugh
And in a laugh, sometimes a guffaw
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