behind the observer, the immortal soul:
Robert Capa shot
(as they say) five major wars
as mankind’s record
of man’s inhumanity to man.
Finally, was shot himself.
When asked for advice
by a young photographer, he said,
“Like people; and let them know it..”
And so he printed out his soul.
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good luck or bad luck?
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rebirth theory andthe lostcounteenth beerI’ll say this…I’ll say this…one could say –no listen I’m being serious –was I fated to live this lifeor did I earn itor – was I fated to earn it,ha?but I’ll shay thish –maybe I didn’t deserve betterBUT (dramatic pause, points finger)I didn’t deserve worsh…sub specie whatsit aeternitatisstrawnery how theesh Latin…
‘Stillness is my beloved teacher.
I said to Stillness,how can you teach me so well?Stillness said,By being with you always.I said to Stillness,How can you teach me so much?Stillness said,Because you have much within you;I, but a mirror for your mind;I, but a mirror for your heart.I said to Stillness,O my beloved teacher, will youpromise me you will never leave…
Suppose a smile.
Suppose the sun to shine,shine with a smile;suppose the rain to fall and smilesmile at the earth;the snow, with gentle smile,protecting tender shoots;suppose the wind to smilemysteriously, about its secretwork;suppose – that’s easy – flowersto open with a smile; andsmile as they fade and wave farewell,a smile that says, that’s how it is…suppose some patient…
This, then, the question
to find a celebration in oneselfthat, as outer is, so inner;that all truth rests within oneself –for where else can it be found?to love oneself – for oneself must be loveable,or none other could be loved for true;to know all happiness to be within;to celebrate all this; the world a constant joy;to find this celebration…
The poem said
then put aside the poemand meet me between the words