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beautifulwords716 · 3 years
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The Peak of Learning
So much that I know,
So much I do not. This is
The peak of learning.
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beautifulwords716 · 4 years
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Wishing death
It is passing strange
To wish death upon someone
For the greater good.
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beautifulwords716 · 4 years
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Is There Despair?
Is there despair? Yes.
But it can’t define who we are
And what we will become.
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beautifulwords716 · 4 years
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Your Own Enemy
You can easily
Turn into your enemy.
Time to rise above. 
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beautifulwords716 · 4 years
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A Koan
He spoke in silence,
Heard by touch, saw by tasting,
Ran by standing still.
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beautifulwords716 · 4 years
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When I Was Younger
When I was younger,
I knew many things. But now,
Only a handful.
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beautifulwords716 · 4 years
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Death Bed
Her family round her,
She did not suffer but slipped
Peacefully away.
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beautifulwords716 · 4 years
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Sandhill Cranes
Above, sandhill cranes
Announce their arrival with
Prehistoric cries.
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beautifulwords716 · 4 years
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Low Whisper
In this close silence,
I hear the flow of my blood,
Like a low whisper.
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beautifulwords716 · 4 years
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I Cannot Follow
I cannot follow.
Seems I would rather be lost 
Than to trail behind.
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beautifulwords716 · 5 years
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Ascend the Mountain
Ascend the mountain.
Take your time and catch your breath.
Remember the goal.
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beautifulwords716 · 5 years
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Nowhere to Nowhere
There is no dying,
Just endless cycles of time,
Nowhere to nowhere.
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beautifulwords716 · 5 years
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Your Hands
When I think of you,
I think of your hands--long and
Strong and delicate.
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beautifulwords716 · 5 years
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People Despairing
I hear all of you,
But don’t know what to do with
Such intense despair. 
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beautifulwords716 · 5 years
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Terrorists at the Border
And the jack-booted 
Terrorists take the children
From their own parents.
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beautifulwords716 · 5 years
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Living in the Light
The marsh lives in light, 
Colors changing by the hour.
Now, a golden glow.
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beautifulwords716 · 5 years
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Forgetting Myself
Forgetting myself:
I did not recognize me,
Even my own name.
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