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I used to be a strong handsome manAnd then became an experienced oneI Didn’t notice the transformationBut now old unsteady and irregularit’s now just an achievement award30 year effort in martial arts andmy iterfacial sheath is yet wigglyBuddha tore eyelids to become tea.

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I arrived empty-handedDeparting after sunsetPockets full of regretImages of fresh woundsecho long past healingBut I assume forgottenJust some fading ghostDeparting empty-handed

mirror

an old man looking at his face in a mirror recalls looking in a mirror in high school and asking what he will look like when oldnow wondering how did that young face lookafter the rivers valleys whetstone of daystwisting path now seems a sublime geodesic

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abstract way points floating over waterare we the only species to achieve thisor are there others raging war for eonsfucking in the mud with deep philosophytheir doors of perception exploded openserene bicameral love of shiva and kalithe center falls inward and holds still

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When I die everything vanishes, never happened, except to othersAnd someone else will be born, the only ego in a world of othersThis won’t be me, but it will feel like a me, that’s how it goesYou will be here again, as you have been here before, discarnate Pick up a rock that killed a… Continue reading →