When one already knows something about the void, staring intently can cause a further plunge into the void. The world is bare ground with scattered words.
Poetry is the way to enter.
From start to finish.
Can't stay.
Everything is changing every second.
Can't go back.
No one can go back the way they came.
Detours.
Catkins and erratic desires.
roads with opposite names
lay down your weapon
Don't make wrong choices
The end is nothing
Coherent images in running water
huddled wreckage
Whats the sense of coming here
Let everything that's been planned come true. Let them believe. And let them have a laugh at their passions. Because what they call passion actually is not some emotional energy, but just the friction between their souls and the outside world. And most important, let them believe in themselves. Let them be helpless like children, because weakness is a great thing, and strength is nothing. When a man is just born, he is weak and flexible. When he dies, he is hard and insensitive. When a man is just born, he is weak and flexible. tree is growing, it's tender and pliant. But when it's dry and hard, it dies. Hardness and strength are death's companions. Pliancy and weakness are expressions of the freshness of being. Because what has hardened will never win.
I am the image seen by myself.
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