Excerpt from One Hundred Poetic Points
Point number sixty
To capture the beauty of the moment is to breathe with empty lungs,
willing to be filled with what they do not have. To hold onto any one breath is to suffocate,
for every used moment becomes stale and insufficient. We must not hold to the past, but instead
constantly taste the air of the present.
Point number sixty-one
A dance and a song? As feet lift
off the ground, one at a time or both, and the voice leaves the body…the spirit
becomes lighter for the celebration.
Point number sixty-two
All the words in the (language) world mean nothing if they are not
understood (connects).
Point number sixty-three
Some would say (I have heard them) that the pain felt when tilting the
head back to cast one's eyes toward the sky (speak) is what makes it all
real. I look (of) to find the joy (wrath)
in that.
Point number sixty-four
The sound continues to be so intensely beautiful, albeit strange and
wonderful, while hot and ringing, changing, focusing, piercing and evolving,
singing and overcoming.
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