Tag: poetry

  • Race

    Experience with people often allows us to predict their behaviour.
    Intelligence sometimes allows us to override our resultant expectations.

  • A turning point

    A turning point is just a point:
    you can turn and go back,
    you can confront it and stand there until you drop,
    you can go in a spiral – under or over…
    there are always choices
    and the number of them depends on your imagination
    and on how much you are willing to change…
    I prefer to lie in the grass,
    looking up at passing clouds,
    waiting for the turning point of the season to come to me…
    and it will.

  • Ladybird Fall

    Leaves fall and wither,
    ladybirds go to sleep,
    walls crumble
    and doors dissolve into the background,
    like tissue paper…
    there is no point in grabbing an illusion –
    you will just dig your nails into the palms of your hands
    until they bleed
    and pain finally overcomes your desperate attempt at self-deception…
    and you are left with bleeding palms –
    not much one can do with wounded hands…
    much better to open your hand waving good-bye.

  • Footprint

    Count them:
    cigarettes, barefoot footprints in the sand, days, minutes, seconds…
    counting obviates the need to experience,
    what’s counted is in the past, what will come is in the future…
    there is no need for the sense of loss in the present,
    for it can be eternally postponed, like seeing the very last footprint…

  • Micro-world

    Micro-world – so different,
    where minute forces create different structures,
    where water is spherical and flower petals rough and ribbed…
    so strange and yet so oddly familiar, almost by touch.

  • Consciousness

    Consciousness – the delusion of continuity in time and space,
    the miracle of a pile of stuff becoming self-aware,
    the shadowy realm on the border of semantics giving us hope.

  • Meditation

    The difference between things we do not understand and deep mysteries of the universe
    is that the first exist in abundance
    and the second are the product of our own woolly thinking and lack of imagination.
    Show me a mystery and I will show you a poorly formulated question.
    Splosh…

  • All flesh is grass – but not vise versa

    Terry Pratchett said that all evil begins with seeing people as things.
    I can add that quite a lot of stupidity begins with seeing things as people.

  • One rainy afternoon, thinking of contextual nature of perception

    We see the sky above and call it majestic.
    We see the sky underfoot and call it a dirty puddle.
    The picture is the same.

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