You get what you want,
And I suffer in silence
with end in my hand.
The Story-teller
You cannot control other’s perception of you, of your life and or of the nature of your deeds;
You cannot defend how you are perceived, even when you are alive, and certainly not in your death.
A noble man is mocked for his small stature,
A coward glorified for his beauty.
A beauty cast aside as vain, along with all the art she brought to life.
Another was remembered as a good daughter, mother and wife, for being quiet.
A child gone too soon is remembered for the tragedy of the shortness of her life.
The brilliant kid will be remembered as a failure for the potential wasted in his adult life.
A life uneventful will be remembered as a successful life.
A chaotic life with lots of ‘mistakes’ becomes a cautionary tale.
No matter whose life it is, how it is, it will always be the ones who remember it, will set the narrative.
Sculpture of a view
Ever thought of the process of sculpting a view?
What does the journey look like for the sculpted and the sculptor?
Is a view with rough edges polished ,
Or one got to start from the scratch, by breaking it all down and rebuilding it.
What tools are we using?
Experience, intuition, feelings, collective unconsciousness, passed down knowledge, ‘I said so’, books, google search, a vlog, tiktok, video essay?
Sculpting a view in a world full of variables, parameters and considerations seems like a daunting endeavor.
A view is sculpted too easily if one relies too heavily on outer influences.
However caution must be exercised by the sculptor as the view may have superficial quality without real conviction and belief in it.
A proper sculpting of a view, imagine, is subjective, intimate, carefully-thought-done-undone-redone process.
One original view might take a lifetime to form, yet better justified than a borrowed one.
Eternal
A spiritual atom indestructible and imperishable,
Lies within, moreso pervades within
Dimensions yet to be understood by higher beings, at higher levels.
Yet, at least be assured, that it will carry on, as it carries on and has carried on, eternally.
Haiku# 27-2
The thunder and rain
Brings mystifying solace
Lullaby of ether.
Haiku#27
Awake in my bed
The sound of rain pouring down
soothes something primal.
Haiku #26
When trust becomes rare
Solitude becomes safety,
privilege even.
Haiku #25
Set an example
Because preachers don’t change world
But doers lead fate.
Miss Anthrope
Will you ever reach
Where you are grueling to?
When we all end up the same place
Without even trying!
Tolerant
Revenge requires cruelty,
and I always fail that subject miserably;
But coldness, I do well,
And from what I have heard,
Indifference has a better effect than revenge.
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