In looking and looking and looking for love externally,
I feel I am seeing the light of the distant stars.
In doing so, it takes the night to be present.
In the night of human darkness,
...
Can you hear the notes in the wind?
Do you know the whisper of the falling snow?
Do you feel the joy of trickling in a tiny stream?
...
Which Path is the hardest?
It is not the one which we see in the mountains,
Not the one that goes along the forest,
...
Five Senses?
Why would I want them if
Touch is weak when it goes through the invisible body.
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“Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it.” -Rumi What am I doing here? -Perhaps, learning to appreciate the volume of my silence...?)
My Sun
In looking and looking and looking for love externally,
I feel I am seeing the light of the distant stars.
In doing so, it takes the night to be present.
In the night of human darkness,
I see the beauty of the distant Suns.
In knowing of them and in my admiration of their light,
I learn about the night of my own nature.
It is this learning that will turn my Earth round,
and it is the contrast of which I've learned,
that will teach me of the daylight of my own Sun.