Category: Existence

• Bizarre!

  

  Am I bizarre?

  Are you not?

  Look in the mirror.

  Sense the storm.

  There is nothing bizarre besides the things that are gone.

  Listen to yourself.

  Listen to the wind at the end.

  Whispering.

  I am the storm!

  I am bizarre!

  (Why are you not scared at all?)

  I will soon be gone…

  April 18, 2025

  death, life

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• A star died…

  

  A star died.

  Billions of years ago.

  A small speck of light in the sky.

  Nothing to see.

  Oh, I am so tired.

  Let me turn on the TV…

  April 12, 2025

  death, poetic, stars, TV

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• Different. Same…

  

  Different.

  But the same.

  The story of our life.

  The story of the cosmos itself.

  Look at the raging sea.

  It is the same as the river underneath your feet.

  Walk into the river.

  It is not the same as yesterday.

  And yet you know it is.

  What is the meaning of change, if not to deny itself and let you be?

  Wet. Dry.

  Still here.

  How can you talk about the storm while standing below a tree?

  April 12, 2025

  different, poetic, same

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