CPoetry

Love smiled at you first. all It ever wants you to do is smile back. ::: i feel as though my ignorance has just been cracked by a whip! tears are not a manifestation of sadness, nor fear, nor joy; they are an effect of acceptance! a result of unadulterated awareness! a natural byproduct of presence! an incomparably crude outcome of disarmament to the moment. ::: allow yourself to succumb to the stillness like an African lioness. allow for the thoughts to carry themselves away in the dry, hot air. allow your surrounding environment to become a place of insignificance. allow for the all encompassing absence to be the single phenomenon that comes between you and the antelope of being. allow the stillness to settle into your fur and the bones of your teeth. hunting is not necessary if you simply allow  the antelope to come to you. ::: love as a word is short, impotent, and excusable. love as an action is outside of language itself. ::: an Irish farmer had three sons. the farmer and his son

my friend, you say nice things to me. you say i have been a miraculous stepping stone on your way, but i cannot accept this accolade; you are your bones. you are your foot. you are your heel. you are the muscles in your foot. you are the nerves in your foot. you are the muscles in your leg. you are the nerves in your leg. you are the weight of your pelvis. you are thought in your mind. you are action in your body. you are the will in your heart. you are  the step. i am just a stone along your path. ::: gratitude is the acceptance and recognition of the true and simple significance of a thing as it belongs to its beholder at any given moment. ::: if it were not for the cycle of rain, there would be no precipitation of the past to water the flora of the future. ::: never crown yourself as king. cease to endow yourself as a queen. for you will sit atop a glorified chair. become gluttonous and sedentary. complacent without a care. your actions will be next-to-none. adorned by life