what strikes me is the way
we justify the failures
because it's easier
to say it's complicated.
except it isn't. not really..
language, and the
representation of words
for feelings, often lacks
in it's accuracy of expression.
truth
is an interpretation of definites.
a matter of internal (mis)connections.
to scratch the surface
is to start. to master the art
of the non-verbal ancient tongues
is to begin.
what's required
is a fusion of both, with heart,
to penetrate these bodies of glass
possessed with the tendency to cloud
in parts opaque
and broaden perspectives
enough to understand.
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gesture is a failure,
Art a bridge towards....,
tear one's gaze away from himself.
an endless failure.
but Soul.
in silences,
the others silences.
an endless failures,
this harmonium of stones and salt.
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When a friend says that thing's are fine but I can see tears in the way their hands sag or in the way their neck tilts slightly as if they're afraid I found them out. The non-verbal is so hard to conceal.
beautifully wise.
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He questioned softly "Why I failed"?
"For Beauty", I replied --
"And I -- for Truth -- Themself are One --
We Brethren, are", He said --
I died for Beauty -- but was scarce - E D -
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