-- The depth of your insights resonates deeply and sparks contemplation. Thank you for sharing such a thought-provoking piece that encourages us to explore the profound aspects of life. xo.
I have returned to this with a phone in one hand and a sticky empty sundae cup in another, having splintered another arrow and ordered a dozen more, having accepted the way my belly hangs over its belt, having wondered so many times today if my favorite poet is doing alright in Morocco, having remembered the dreamy joy of this grateful offering of words, “each of us a blessed letter emblazoned in sacred text.”
Thank you for believing in the joy and uproar of Poetry, little voice.
My assignment is not to lead the masses. I've always been a fond follower. Poetry is just an extension of my secret imagination. I rarely rely on other peers for my acquired wisdom. I feel like I have consumed so much over forty decades and counting. Maybe I've changed. I dunno. I do know that I've tried not to obsess over appreciating music, literature, filmmaking or my Funko Pop collection. I collect things.I've often wondered where does it end like the acts of love. Thanks for all the constructive comments little voices. It has soothed my old-fashioned soul.
I can’t find the words to tell you how much I appreciate you, this post, your voice, the other poets, the particular images you’ve chosen to enhance the words — only to say it has cracked me open. Deep thanks to you. It’s just gorgeous. 💕
There's so much to unload within these enticing thoughts. I believe that the final act of Death is when we reach the ecstasy. It's very hyper cerebral and ultra intellectual. We as humans reach the threshold of what life endures many different planes. I am not certain though of what lies ahead for us. It is a perpetual leap into the afterlife. I reckon that the meaning of death is affected by the personal experience of the individual. Poetry lends a wide net and navigates us through the pain, loss, and withdrawal. No one is immune. We all encounter the same emotions and senses. I do wish I were more sage-like with my peers. I think that wisdom should be shared not protected. Certain people do not wish to learn secret knowledge. I cannot dissuade their viewpoints. I'm only the messenger, the host of their intelligence.
Such beautiful beautiful stuff. And what a huge, all encompassing embrace for all that's life...for otherwise we'd lie cold, alone and miss this flash of lightning in which we are alive for just a bare moment...
-- The depth of your insights resonates deeply and sparks contemplation. Thank you for sharing such a thought-provoking piece that encourages us to explore the profound aspects of life. xo.
I have returned to this with a phone in one hand and a sticky empty sundae cup in another, having splintered another arrow and ordered a dozen more, having accepted the way my belly hangs over its belt, having wondered so many times today if my favorite poet is doing alright in Morocco, having remembered the dreamy joy of this grateful offering of words, “each of us a blessed letter emblazoned in sacred text.”
Thank you for believing in the joy and uproar of Poetry, little voice.
This is the first thing I read this morning and has wrecked me from reading anything else for a time. Thank you
My assignment is not to lead the masses. I've always been a fond follower. Poetry is just an extension of my secret imagination. I rarely rely on other peers for my acquired wisdom. I feel like I have consumed so much over forty decades and counting. Maybe I've changed. I dunno. I do know that I've tried not to obsess over appreciating music, literature, filmmaking or my Funko Pop collection. I collect things.I've often wondered where does it end like the acts of love. Thanks for all the constructive comments little voices. It has soothed my old-fashioned soul.
Insane. Makes me happy to be on that steam train.
Always, always beautiful 💗
I can’t find the words to tell you how much I appreciate you, this post, your voice, the other poets, the particular images you’ve chosen to enhance the words — only to say it has cracked me open. Deep thanks to you. It’s just gorgeous. 💕
thanks for this experience
on the train ride home https://open.spotify.com/playlist/08dunXUpIsQH3oBW7sTwYk?si=Elhlo4gjRiia9p3VdMzrBw&pi=u-04wNmLbXQEKY
There's so much to unload within these enticing thoughts. I believe that the final act of Death is when we reach the ecstasy. It's very hyper cerebral and ultra intellectual. We as humans reach the threshold of what life endures many different planes. I am not certain though of what lies ahead for us. It is a perpetual leap into the afterlife. I reckon that the meaning of death is affected by the personal experience of the individual. Poetry lends a wide net and navigates us through the pain, loss, and withdrawal. No one is immune. We all encounter the same emotions and senses. I do wish I were more sage-like with my peers. I think that wisdom should be shared not protected. Certain people do not wish to learn secret knowledge. I cannot dissuade their viewpoints. I'm only the messenger, the host of their intelligence.
"it’s why nothing’s lost when it’s done in feeling."<3 = </3 = <3
So beautiful, thank you ❤️
Such beautiful beautiful stuff. And what a huge, all encompassing embrace for all that's life...for otherwise we'd lie cold, alone and miss this flash of lightning in which we are alive for just a bare moment...