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Mechanics and Magicians

Let wise men piece the world together with wisdomOr poets with holy magic.Hey-di-ho.— Wallace Stevens, Hieroglyphica (via Rhys Tranter) I’ll admit to this: I need a bit of magic to begin some of my Mondays. Magic that goes beyond the second cuppa, beyond the brace of cold water on the skin, but something that acts…

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When There Is Impulse and Time

What gentle echoes,half heard soundsthere are around here..You place yourself insuch relation you heareverything that’s said. Take it or leave it.Return it to a particularcondition. Thinkslowly. Seethe things around you, taking place..I began wanting a senseof melody, e.g., followingthe tune, became somehowan image, then several,and I was watching those thingsbecoming in front of me..The you…

Poetry | Learning | Lifestyle | Personal Growth | Stargazing

This New Glimpse

Starting here, what do you want to remember?How sunlight creeps along a shining floor?What scent of old wood hovers, what softenedsound from outside fills the air?Will you ever bring a better gift for the worldthan the breathing respect that you carrywherever you go right now? Are you waitingfor time to show you some better thoughts?When…

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Doing, With Purpose

“There is nothing quite so useless, as doing with great efficiency, something that should not be done at all.” — Peter Drucker “You seem to spend a lot of time worrying if you will survive, and you will probably survive…. It’s the wrong question! The question is how to be useful.” — Peter Drucker to…

Personal Growth | Poetry

Ours Alone

“You are everything that the rest of the universe is not.” — Ogawa (via @bashosociety) Is it the ego speaking when you reflect on Ogawa’s words? The universe can feel overwhelmingly vast, and we are but bit players in the big scheme of things. Who are we to brashly believe we have a significant stake…

Poetry | Relationships | Stoicism

Days to Come

“Days to come stand in front of uslike a row of lighted candles—golden, warm, and vivid candles.Days gone by fall behind us,a gloomy line of snuffed-out candles;the nearest are smoking still,cold, melted, and bent.”— C. P. Cavafy When you think about it, our days gone by are a stack of previous lives, somewhat resembling us…

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Reaching Enough

About suffering they were never wrong,The old Masters: how well they understoodIts human position: how it takes placeWhile someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waitingFor the miraculous birth, there always must beChildren who did not specially want it to happen, skatingOn a…

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Reach

To understand many things you must reach out of your own condition. — Mary Oliver, Leaves and Blossoms Along the Way There’s a place for nuance. There’s a place for understanding. And above all, there’s a place for meeting in the middle. This inclination to receptiveness runs counter to the toxic stagnation of self-centered. There…