Vignettes

When you climb and you fall,
Keep climbing and falling,
Does it matter how you fall?
Whether it's a wrong step,
An unstable foothold,
A loose grip.
Or a fear?
A fear of falling.
The thing is,
I feel them all.
Too many times I fall.
How long can one keep trying,
To climb when one falls all the time?
It's the same with rejection.

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Beauty is in the illogical.
The irrational.
If the world is functionally logical,
It will cease to amaze with its inherent beauty.
It's from the illogical,
The irrational,
That beauty emanates.

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When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me,
And why not you?
Why am I here,
And why not there?
When did time begin,
And where does space end?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell,
Not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Given the facts of evil and people,
Does evil really exist?
How can it be that I,
Who I am,
Didn’t exist before I came to be,
And that,
Someday,
I,
Who I am,
Will no longer be who I am?

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I will pluck from my tree a cherry-blossom wand,
And carry it in my merciless hand.
So I will drive you,
So bewitch your eyes,
With a beautiful thing that can never grow wise.
Light are the petals that fall from the bough,
And lighter the love that I offer you now;
In a spring day shall the tale be told,
Of the beautiful things that will never grow old.
The blossoms shall fall in the night wind,
And I will leave you so,
In kind:
Eternal in beauty,
Are short-lived flowers,
Eternal in beauty,
These exquisite hours.