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Letter XII
None knows my secret, yet I’m; None but your Love. None knows my secret, yet Ma’am; Come lay my heart with thine. For Loving you was mine, of all the roles, I’ve had. The sole role from above, That was, simply, your Love. One joy in a world so sad. For all the Love I’ve loved.…
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Self Dialogue
“All Life is yet what you may see But deep much as you try to see God in a reborn star & eternity in an eye.”
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Letter XI
I spoke about you to the youthful summer hymns, & to the ancient wrecking winter winds. I spoke of Love unknown. As I speak you, now. I spoke of a heart untorn. As I share mine, now; Two hearts — as one. Forever, unspoken of, unseen, unheard of, undone. Until, you mark the perfection of our heart.…
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Letter X
Between a duo, I rove. Between a duo, I wander. Though I deeply know; the best of history is yonder. & that our future selves will coincide once more. Just as we did, before our birth back on the days of yore. Till then but faint “Hellos” I have, so are the faint “Goodbyes”. Till then so…
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And For I am full of you
And For I am full of you, In springs & roses & trees & soothing seas only not. But in the swarming surges & nights & falls, Carving enlightenment in my heart walls. Ripening tempers & self-embers that used to rot. Empty of things I am but few. Yet those are you… & for the days…
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Letter IX
How long will ending start after starting’s end; For in waiting weary me hardly can fall or transcend? How long we’ll separately breathe if our paths are entwined; For waiting is unbearable for my psyche & my mind? Until we touch & time would be whole, & history complete. Until we cease to act at ease,…
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Letter VIII
I saw you rain I saw you gleam, A fire reflected in a stream A solitary weary wave That I would sail yet I’m not brave. But in your eyes, The stars, they guide me in disguise. Oh I dare sail, & break the secrets of your veils. & tell the moons & suns &…
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Letter VII
You spoke in a winter night—so dim To breathe out a morning’s hallowed hymn. A soothing smile from a gruesome grim Born back in time for one more start. You spoke & turned my winter blues to garish gleams & glaring hues. An unrivaled triumphant muse, To make a saint of my pagan heart. You spoke, & all misery melt…
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O’ Thou who look nature in the eye
O’ Thou who looks nature in the eye, & say: “Oh why thou sky thou sky” & say: “Oh wow thou hurt me—how! Erase me or embrace me Now! Lest I fall into sweet rupture, That bitter rapture… O’ Thou who looks nature in the eye, To see all that do you mystify, To see…
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Out of the Last Goodbye; between the brinks of dying & being reborn
There it was; at my sight — new cross-roads, a new lesson, a new goodbye, & a new hello. But most of all what really gained a clearer picture & scenery was this narrative —That story inside of me. After all, Life has given me a new story to tell… My Story. I remember I used to resist…
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Letter VI
O’ my second self, my swooning soul, O’ fading flame; Renounced are all the words I call, knowing your name. O’ my long-lost love —O’ my absent queen; although you may remain unseen, between my sorrow & my thrill. Before we meet Oh linger still, In my wretched world as it’s always been, of dreadful death’s shattering shrill. &…
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The Wish
It was a starry night. Stars glanced across the face of the firmament. They swayed & stretched upon the skyscape just like the serene waves that stretched upon the sea underneath. That night, the breeze smelled sacred. Love was present for absent was all his lament & distance was humble —a token of the age…
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Letter V
I’ve missed you, That I can’t deny; each thought, each feeling, each prayer, each sigh It’s you, they always align by. My darling —I. O’ me, my second self, O’ my. The only words I tell my soul, O’ me, my whole. “I’ll meet you nigh. Before my time is due. Till then I just miss…
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Letter IV
O’ My goal & cause; my sweet transpose. No matter how apart we seem, Forever till the end we’re close. & in each dispute, you remain my route. You stay, each day, my verse & prose. You stay, each day, my goal & cause; My sweet transpose. & what I trust, believe, or deem; A dream, you are within…
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The Broken Locks
The broken locks that kept him from himself at bay. The frozen clocks; It told him that he went astray. Away from grace… A traceless trace To lead him down the dreary docks. Of what he can & can’t embrace. That man who’s made of mud, & clay, & fire & rain & peace & pain &…
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Letter III
So tell me of all the cries, all the pains, all the skies, and the rains; All the “Hi’s”, All goodbyes, all the losses, & all the gains, Tell me Love,.. Quiet Love; Or let your eyes untie our chains. & tell me of all the hurries, of all delays, of all the worries, & all…
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Contemplations: A Silence comprising a Thousand Words
A moment of providential clarity has come upon both of our souls. It was when we ceased to break the silence that we always agreed to break out of fear of awkwardness in our conversation. We started to taste the quintessence of Silence; To enjoy our existence be it in company or solitude & savor…
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Letter II
Before my time, I found my essence. Before my time I found you, Before love chose to wake. O’ me, my essence, O’ my quintessence. I’ve searched severely around you. A worthwhile—such an ache. Before your time, a transient lands… a whimsical lands were my times. As barren & hollow as hell. O’ me my strand, O’…
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Contemplations: “Kintsukuroi” Embracing the Entirety of your Identity
Never be fooled by your bruises. Your wounds out of the past experiences can cause a riot in your consciousness. & this is totally healthy. Embrace the uneasiness, embrace the uprising and the imbalance it will bring to your inner world. Embrace how much you will be detached out of your comfort zone. You will…
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Letter I
In my feebleness I found my life, I found my verve, I found my zeal. In my wounds, I am renewed, I’m bound, I’m cleansed, I soothe, I heal. In my grief, O vivid me, O merry me, such feelings so intense to feel. For thou art my Life in this death & if thou love me let me stay…
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Contemplations: The reason why this very moment is the best. “Achieving Transcendence out of Transience”
In the past times of my life, I came to a new revelation. I found out that as cliché as it may seem — the core of the lesson is in fact one of the most profoundly exquisite of all lessons that I have encountered in my life. I realized that “Now” is the best of all times &…
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Come, Gentle Night
Inspired by an amazing piece of music “Come, Gentle Night” by Abel Korzeniowski from the album “Romeo & Juliet” released in 2003. Come, gentle night, come, O’ night so silky, O’ so blushing. Let morning be gone once and for all & never re-arrive. Enjoy this “Now” for “Now” is only now so…
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Rain Princess
I am so ripped out of my ribs, So wiped out of my very presence, Drifted through thousand tidal rips, & though they can’t efface your essence, Perhaps, if once Eras collapse, Perhaps, I’ll see once more thy visage, Or, live an unending relapse, & lay beside my own heart’s wreckage, & lay beside…those wounds…
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Let me speak
Let me speak to you, a profound talk, Let our souls just take a walk. Let us reach in words the sky. Let us share us, you and I. Never let the meanings die. Never let emotions sleep. Let me find no end to your spirit, No matter how I’ve got too deep. Let me…
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Oblivion
Out of the sea the hymns of nostalgia were resonating as one Singing of a Love unto the garish skies. Out of the sea the hymns of nostalgia were resonating as one Thinking of all the wherefores and whys,
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The Holiday
It was a holiday. A journey, that stretched across the hues of the firmament & the ripples of the waves of the sea. It stretched and stretched that every space between these hues & these waves was as long as a lifetime.
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The Dance of Birth
It was a dance of bearing… It has been ages since he gave birth to a work of Art. It felt like his soul has withered long ago. & as days passed It felt like he lost his own worth… All the riches of the world would not matter if you lost the worth in…
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Contemplations: On Questions…
Always, put science & philosophy within the a domain of interrogatory admiration… but nothing more than that. Remember that no matter how much respect science and philosophy may get out of you, you will always need to have that questioning sensation… That inquisitive medium is nothing but the sole purpose of science and philosophy (which…
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