Delicate dancing sylph
Elegant fairy queen
Everlasting fount of
Poem after poem
Sipping early tea
Savouring another’s words
Old farmer ploughs his meadow
Rich tang of freshly turned soil
Drownded deep in surroundings
Every word just right
“Tao is obscured by our inadequate understanding, and words are obscured by flowery expressions.”
– Chuang Tzu. (Trans. Lin Yutang)
“The purest expression of fiction is the attempt to create a world, not represent it; thus the creation ought to be more significant than the representation.”
– John Hawkes.
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This post is a response to today’s 3-2-1 Quote Me Challenge, a challenge which was initially set up by A Guy Named Bloke And K9 Doodlepip
I was tagged by willowdot21 to take part in today’s challenge.
So here’s how it works:-
1. Thank the selector: “Thank you, willowdot. 🙂
2. Post two quotes for the challenge of the day, which today is “expression”. See above.
3. Select three fellow posters to take part in this challenge.
The three lucky folk are listed below. There is no obligation though; only those who would like to play need do so. 🙂
WHERE CAN I COMPLAIN?
Oh for the writer
To conjure up
Within the glass
Behind the dramaturge
The true playwright
Turns out to be
None other than
To take the reins
And some responsibility
For time’s come
Inhabit your life until it creaks, cracks open
Loudly ringing for a change – for transition
Hopefully, dutifully – inspirationally calling
Out to each and every reader passing by
In time words appear … “Beautiful poem.”
You reply: “Thanks for your kind words.”
SHOOTING THE BREEZE
Who was it
Installed the installer?
And as for the uninstaller;
Who will uninstall the uninstaller?
Look here, there and everywhere.
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“In the immensity of consciousness, a light appears — a tiny point which moves rapidly and traces shapes, thoughts, and feelings, like a pen writing on paper. And the ink which leaves a trace is memory. You are that tiny point and by your movement the world is ever re-created.”
– Sri Nisargadatta, I Am That
Awakening she tosses her head
Sprays forth freshsprung nebulae
Flares her noviciate novae nostrils
Sweeps her imperial gaze: aghast
As if not yet aghast; as if galaxies
Her heart an ever opening book
The ever primal word … Selah
* WordPress hasn’t built in an automatic link for this I’m afraid so it’s a case of cut’n’paste.