There’s an argument to be made that the philosophies of Kant and Hegel are guiding forces in the modern world.

the weight of opinion
a world of particulars

changes assure us
life's succession of events
drags toward a close

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self is an echo
impermanence of the past
the real remains

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benefits of doing deep work: The ability to learn hard things fast and produce at an elite level.

Currently Reading:
Deep Work by Cal Newport.

an eternal flame is hypnotized
by the mellow sunset playing itself out
past is a story not wrong but misunderstood
the salt of sea dissolves in the clouds as the waves watch them come and go
echoes in our chasing mind will merge in the rhythmic ripples of cosmic mirror

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Consciousness is Now.

a fine interpretation!

bisecting wormhole
forms dissolve in cold space
detached horizon

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“As the pattern gets more intricate and subtle, being swept along is no longer enough.” (Waking Life)

through the fog
meddling with the machinations
that takes away the pain
an invisible force holds our hands
somewhere, at the heart of man
a skirmish, a kerfuffle, a change of plan
a bergamont scent that tilts the head
of a carefully laid out plan
a raindrop on skin

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things change into the things we dream
rose in her hair brings nostalgia
sometimes I catch my mind
defenseless in the glare
I have come near a projection
to see my shadow self extinguished
scattered in sorrow, pulling on a gray hair
an old habit staring at the night sky

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to go away and find out
what is truth
without a scintilla of guilt
having a perception
to look beyond the illusions
a state of attention
an indescribable silence
painting over all the noise

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relay the message
miles between us and starscape
build a world again

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intelligence of the heart
in the liminal space
between past and future

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unkempt bed of dirt
wildflowers in your soft hands
a new lease of life

A deep breath quells the pain bubbling up from the cauldron of this weary vessel, its vitality drained in the relentless pursuit of an elusive state, everlasting bliss and a fountain of light that never dims.
Waking up brings it to a stop but the consciousness still flows.
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the final pieces are all in place
a world that swings between
austerity and abundance
now I have more time to seek
an extraordinary state—
to spring a fountain from desert rock
to stand above the mountain
a lonely tree in a field becomes
a rendezvous point
for saving my ego

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vision clings to hope
no response passes through self
without twisting it
.
break down a vision
shatter an image close by
inhale raw moment

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an accidental vision
beyond the pastures of things
left behind are breadcrumbs,
connecting to form a line
all projections of our minds
struggle to break through,
picking up pieces of moving images
that form a mirror, grabbing
on to our vanity
deepest monologues crave care

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because the time comes
pervading the calm breeze
days spent dwelling by the sea
when the waves start to gnaw
at grief, some darkness like a glitch
searching for the last morsel of love
going round and round
weaving deep into one's mind
home to the last fragments of hope

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thank you for sharing this lovely poem

the world is mapped
stretched across the centre
with muffled cracks of ice
toxic lakes shaped like eyelids
watch over the damage and repair
unseen hands etching darkness
across the salt & green
pictures of trickling malice
must remain in mind
puddles still splash at night

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Every once in a while, we wake up from a dream. A force tugs us out of the depths of the ocean. Like a narwhal, we develop ephemeral wings that can feel the wind’s poetry. There is always light waiting for us. If we bathe in it, a door opens, leading us to morning spring.
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softly spoken words
a sunset to dull the pain
nearby a whimper

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a customer of fate
is to be stable and in control
a thousand suns have risen and set
and far fewer words have touched
the heartstrings
a vision lies hidden inside
and echoes from horizon have tried
to distort the only path that makes
the stars appear more radiant
within

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spring without fragrance
what is life without your smile
a hollow, quiet soul

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a recluse feels how it is
to be a prisoner of time,
a wheel that keeps turning.
it carries and breaks the chores—
downward, a leaf falling,
waits in the air, wanting
to want to wait for more.
the walkway in the garden is clean.

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I stand at the horizon
facing away
from the whole rigmarole
of trying to fail at something
where the lessons learned
have been put to good use
of wanting to try again
to excel at this game
of loving without waiting
to be loved back

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