Tag: beauty
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What Will Not Survive
Sharp as an edge that does not ask what it is cutting. whole as a thing that does not need proof to exist,thought arrives in full motion before meaning—color before shape, light before weight,not as process, not as method,but truth already formed, unwilling to be held,which needs no tending, refining, It is not a single…
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Gratification in time’s diminutions
Time’s diminishments adds its own beautyin gratitude for moments that are not ours:the child tiptoes into the mother’s bedroomand silently witnesses her comb her hair,later listens to her snore, transferring to them the transient lyrics of the song of life- the lines that survive the well of nights,the rose thorns to bloom in their mouthsuntil…
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The Maiden and Her Beauty
Beauty sunned itself on the stone walla slice of the light come early, then gone.But the maiden knew Beauty would stay near, hidden in the summer grasses.In the morning she went to the stone and found Beauty uncoiled, slumbering.The maiden took Beauty into her own hands.and opened the silken feed sack, she’d brought.Beauty poured itself…
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White Egret
There it stood, the white egret—scripture as animala saint’s skeletonrising from the weeds.It burst into flight. For the boy watching from the riverbank it was glorious.He wanted to say something wonderful, but his profound thoughtsfrittered away in the simple wisdom of wings annunciation. Soon, the egret was high,almost into forgetting,a flicker in a heap of…
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A Time for Stones
The new stones have arrived from the sea,their bruises and changes waiting for my hand to hold, let them dry and shine in the sun—to finally see them from all their different sides.These stonelings exude such a soft subtle energy,full of the rubbings from the kiss of elder stones, every flower and branch, the caressing…
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Just One Rose Is Enough for Love to Bloom
A lonely rose in a bottle on a hill- first gift from Beasts to Beauties.
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My Happiness Is Defined in You
To see what I see as beautiful. and not ever hide your little joys, knowing the sun rises, stars don’t fall, and all our Chinese meals are poems.