Words and Beauty

It is beautiful to talk about beautiful things
And even more beautiful to silently gaze at them.

It is beautiful to express love
And even more beautiful to feel it.

Beauty is a cheap word
But beauty remains priceless.

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An Island in the Mind

Dream, flying out from the head
Becomes a bird flying over the sea;

The Sun, sprouting from the sea
Makes the sea alive and blue;

The flying dream that hovers in space
Becomes an island in the sea;

The island—the dream emanating from the head,
The bird, the air, the sea, and the light.

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Eternal Father

Come closer, you distant animal,
Let me see your face;
Come closer, even if your light
Or darkness will kill me.

It is not a fair game
Following wrong steps
Into the end-roads
Of an endless labyrinth.

Come closer, you wild animal
Even as a chimera or fata morgana;
Let me see your face
My dearest friend and father.

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Afterlife Light

That star in the night sky
Is not there anymore
But we see it and will see it
For millions of years yet to come.
Did the star die?
Did it live?
In life, we call this phenomenon
A ghost, a hallucination.
(Is life a ghost too?)
What if the star never lived?
Or maybe its death dies
While the star continues to live,
Cheating death
With its afterlife light.

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Wallace Stevens

The sea was the house and the world was the nave
You were the sea and you were the nave

The nave was stormy, the sea was calm
While the house was waiting for the world

To come in by the navy of the sea
The sea was a nave, the world was a house

You were the nave in the sea—
The house and the world

The world was the navy in the sea
And the sea was the house

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A Star Deep In the Mind

I see a new star on the horizon;
It's not the Morning Star;
It's a star without light.
This star without the light is the brightest
Because its light stays within.
The biggest star doesn't take any space;
It lives within,
Feeds all other stars, all other matter.
Without space, there is no time,
Without time, there is no aging,
Without aging, there is no death.
A star without light never dies;
It cannot be seen in the outer space;
It can only be sensed in the mind.

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Sadness and Happiness

I will not be able to say what I really want to say
And I am sad about it

I will not be able to see all I want to see
And I am sad about it

I will not be able to visit even the closest neighbors in the universe
And I am sad about it

I will not be able to read all I want to read
And I am sad about it

I will not be able to love as much as I would want to
And I am sad about it

I will not be loved as much as I would want to
And I am sad about it

But I lived
And I am happy about that

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Silence Is the Universal Library

Is there ever a true moment of silence?
There can be no such moment
Unless we should move
To the world before the world.

Since nothing is absolute
There is no absolute silence,
Only an appearance
Of temporary peace.

Since there is no real silence,
Silence will contain all the sounds,
All the words, all the languages,
All knowledge, all memory.

Everything is contained within this library
In the brain of the Universe—
Its source of inexhaustible energy
In the library of the silence.

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Muse I

Recognize your muse
Among the multitude of whispers.

To see her, through many colors, shining,
Tune your senses
To hear the highest tones,

Fly beyond the scale
To hear her melody,
Tune ears and eyes

To colors beyond the spectrum,
Recognize her beyond yellow and blue
Creating your own rainbow;

Have a way with her
To catch her grace in the sublime
For the Muse to recognize you

And choose among multitudes;

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A Man with a Guitar

Men talk on the public square,
Pigeons eat on the sidewalk and fly,
Women flirt and feed the pigeons.

Men, envious of pigeons,
Desire more attention from the women
But women only notice birds who know how to sing.

There comes a nightingale that starts singing
And attention moves from pigeons to nightingales;
There comes a man with a guitar, and he starts playing

And singing like a nightingale.
A woman allured by these new sounds
Forgets the pigeons and nightingales;

She shyly starts to sing
And turns to a man with a guitar.

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