The One And The Many

If there is only One,
nothing can be special.
If there is Nothing,
what then?

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Neglected Gardens

Weeds
from seeds
sown by youthful folly
breed
and feed)
middle-aged melancholy.

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Dream Theatre

This world is a theatre
of broken dreams.
Everything IS
but is not
what it seems.

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Candle in the Void

A glowworm there
on the mosquito screen.
They are not often seen
and have become quite rare.

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As You See It

To the rose
the garden disappears.
To the garden
the rose withers away.

(If you were the gardener,
what would you say?)

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The Sun Shines

The sun shines
on the path
silent and still.

Either side
shadows
twist and turn
calling on the mind
to lose itself in a dance
with its own reflections.

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Rainer Maria Rilke

Fallen Angels
dream of bliss
and wonder how
that
led to this.

Lotus rises
from the mud,
spirit cased
in flesh and blood.

(from Blondin & Other Poems)

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Mea Calpa

Self-justification seeks to edit
so that things don't seem quite the same.
The aim, of course, is to claim the credit
(and leave someone else to take the blame) .

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Deep Down To Death

Deep down to death
with every breath
and not one more
for any faith.

His skin has lost a glossy look.
He only feels his single pain
and waits for nothing
to come back again.

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Long Antennae

The long antennae
of green fire
snap.
Each clump blurs
into sky.
Only varnished palm spears
stay sharply near,
to put infinity the other side of here
and save the finite eye.

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