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[psylynt-p]

[what path? what now?]

a vow of silence

to define the mind, to

make lines not for tethers,

but throw lines to be read and taken

in. see, when

a man speaks not, you own nothing

of his mind, only his

emotion. what fills

the emptiness will be

doubt or learning,

fear or love.

[psylynt-p]

[psylynt-p]

[(always find the time and space for

absolute

nothingness)]

alone but not

alone, here

where's found full

attention, see?

-

nothing to do,

nothing to be,

just me, just free.

[psylynt-p]

"Staying in good health is your finest advantage, while contentment is your greatest asset. Trust is your best ally and nirvana is your supreme comfort." Buddha (Dhammapada 204)

[psylynt-p]

[know what I mean?(fullest feeling)]

letters never to

deliver fullest

definition; the moment

lost to time but never

love. love

holds everything close

to heart

[psylynt-p]

おはようございます。

Good morning everyone^^

今朝のウォーキングは、公園巡りのコースを早足で。

アイドリング完了です。

本日まずは定期の病院へ、その後音楽実習の指導です。

張り切って参りましょう

[psylynt-p]

[psylynt-p]

[psylynt-p]

[all I have to give]

don't really know

how to let go or let

whatever in. if it

could be an option, I

might choose eternal silence

and stillness, as there's when

I feel the most peace. and

it's not great, not joyous or

exciting, doesn't inspire

me at all... but

I'm okay with that. I don't mind

nothingness, for I feel

it's the most honest expression

of existence.

---

where was I before now?

where will I be after?

I hear Death whisper

the most beautiful poetry.

[psylynt-p]

[i'm competitive, but when you and i play games, it's easy to lose to you]

i keep that strip of pictures

from the photo booth in whatever

latest book i'm reading, to make sure

i keep reading.

-

and this is a poem

i won't show you, but

give to time, and let

you discover, maybe.

[psylynt-p]

[what's there to do but die?]

a softer heart to

lessen in the madness.

-

sensitivity is intelligence,

experience is realization.

---

the world comes to ruin by

hands too busy to feel

their apathy is the true tragedy.

[psylynt-p]

[lesson(lessen) in the madness]

softer heart better off

but not, bleeds much easier

in a world which feeds on

its pain. shame

nothing's learned by its sacrifice unless

that sacrifice is useful; we honor not

our dead or dying but the feeling

we can make good use of in their

passing.

---

such bullshit i'm so tired of but what

can be done? as long as i suffer

a softer heart, i suffer...

-

well, at least i get to feel,

i get to be

truer than those trapped

in ideas and fear of

what it takes to make love

real.

[psylynt-p]

[partly to you, partly to the dreamers]

years apart yet

you stay in my head. now

and then i remember, i feel

the pains and pleasures of accepting

you into my life the way i did;

i regret nothing, just think

"this is kind of what it's like to lose

someone you love to death".

-

you're gone and i'm not,

but our love lives on, even if

only in me.

-

yet another thing of beauty.

-

i wrestle away the desperate grasp

of insecurity, of needing to know i'm

in control like, yeah that doesn't matter as much

as my ability to feel and to remember.

-

i pray for strength and good health,

to stretch my life out, to have

more chances of spreading these sweet little

words in honor of what i believe it means

to be alive.

---

time is nothing

but a canvas for those that understand

it is what it is and we are free if we can

learn to breathe.

[psylynt-p]

[hollow kingdom]

love is teaching me words

matter most when they fly

in the light of mutual understanding.

-

I've been quiet most my life,

isolating, losing sense, trapped

in a corner only knowing cold

makes it easier to sleep.

---

love is reaching me through words

I come across tracing my way

through feelings I know by noticing

how beautiful things get after a rain.

-

making sense, remembering to shed tension and

to give myself a chance.

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[a human feeling]

the entire night sky in your eyes,

your body a constellation of

life's highest expression of beauty,

your mind a sacred store of love.

-

I close my own to fall deeply into

this sweet feeling, a magnificent song

sung by my heart, with words for yours.

---

in the end I sit reminded how small

my poetry is in comparison to what

nature brings to us. in the end I resign

myself to sitting with the thought, sitting

with fantasies of all you might become.

[psylynt-p]

[a certain rhythm]

in search of sacred

words; heart hungers, soul

thirsts. I am no shell, I am

spirit robed, meant to go,

meant to follow.

---

my purpose here is to learn.

[psylynt-p]

[what is love?]

so impure in want,

using all I've got;

dried up, waiting.

-

what place have I but

the one?