A request for information
Friday, June 28, 2019
Monday, June 17, 2019
Saturday, June 15, 2019
Tuesday, June 11, 2019
Monday, June 10, 2019
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Musts are untrue
No hardness is absolute
What may seem unavoidable
Are only grooves, trenches
Where gravity seduces our flow to caress
Yet choice can climb any slope
Guide any flow
With focus, a wide flow condenses
Into any direction and form
No canyon is unscalable
All space can be traversed
Such is this weave of nothing
That we play
Musts
Musts may feel comfortable to some.
They demarcate clear paths,
Defer authority to another
Automate choice and will
The pangs of failure are dulled by the sheltered victim
The pleasures along the way, often known and enjoyed
Musts bound the experience space
Oh, can these borders congeal
Feels simple to stay by the swimming pool edges
The rest may feel wild and unknown
Yet the self yearns an ergodic journey
Not until one lets go
Can one experience the ocean
Friday, June 7, 2019
Saturday, June 1, 2019
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