You are the bread and the knife,
The crystal goblet and the wine...
-Jacques Crickillon
You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.
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The moon in the bureau mirror
looks out a million miles
(and perhaps with pride, at herself,
but she never, never smiles)
far and away beyond sleep, or
perhaps she's a daytime sleeper.
By the Universe deserted,
she'd tell it to go to hell,
and she'd find a body of water,
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There’s a mirror likeness between those two
shining, youthfully-fledged figures, though
one seems paler than the other and more austere,
I might even say more perfect, more distinguished,
than he, who would take me confidingly in his arms –
how soft then and loving his smile, how blessed his glance!
Then, it might well have been that his wreath
of white poppies gently touched my forehead, at times,
and drove the pain from my mind with its strange scent.
But that is transient. I can only, now, be well,
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Therefore death to us
Is nothing, nor concerns us in the least,
Since nature of mind is mortal evermore.
And just as in the ages gone before
We felt no touch of ill, when all sides round
To battle came the Carthaginian host,
And the times, shaken by tumultuous war,
Under the aery coasts of arching heaven
Shuddered and trembled, and all humankind
Doubted to which the empery should fall
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Sonnet 35: The Mirror of Existence
The muezzin’s call across the rice-fields flies,
A silver needle on a cloth of green.
It stitches dawn to what has always been,
A truth reflected in the earth and skies.
The mountain stands with patience,calm and wise,
The river chants the Names,a flowing scene.
In every atom,evidence unseen
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Sonnet 35: The Mirror of Existence
The muezzin’s call across the rice-fields flies,
A silver needle on a cloth of green.
It stitches dawn to what has always been,
A truth reflected in the earth and skies.
The mountain stands with patience,calm and wise,
The river chants the Names,a flowing scene.
In every atom,evidence unseen
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I saw, a mirror in front.
No lies, no deception—it's blunt.
Whenever I took a deep breath, and stood near,
I see eyes in the mirror.
Joyous sometimes, sometimes gloom,
Pretty-pretty eyes, judging whom?
Of course it's me, being judged by my eyes,
I'm idiotic too, but at the same time I'm wise.
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i learned english by repeating these three
things:
"is" = a single non white candle flame.
"am" = a mirror speaking to itself the truth"
the truth "is" still a definition.
"are" = a chorus of frogs at midnight.
many candles and many frogs with blue and brown eyes
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tu t'es regardé dans le miroir
pour voir tes amis.
mais il a gardé ton visage.
et tes clics.
et ton silence.
ce n'est pas une plateforme.
c'est une ferme à profils.
tu l'alimentes d'émotions.
il revend ces émotions
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“Contests around track, contests for followers,
for best tasting wine, most exquisite
architectural design ~ endless
quests to become best versions of Self,
sharpen mind, mould Soul to perfection,
through which Divine can chime, new times.”
Poet
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