
“Harlequin’s Carnival” by Joan Miro
emotions have geometry
itinerant objects that occupy
psychic articulate space
between thoughts and beliefs
all these temporal artifacts
transient fleet or persistent
they bear their own
boneless dimensions
hues marking identity
recognized even by
dullest of minds
but they cannot be held
no hand can caress them
or punish their shapes
they are born live and die
by inherent volition
a mystical spark
always felt never touched
for to do so would
trigger oblivion
ripping the mind
from the heart
from the soul
leaving nothing but someone
like those we have seen
walking aimless
through meaningless lives
never knowing the joys
of knowing the self
(originally posted October 2013)
Wow!
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that’s one of my favorite words
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A fine appraisal as to what ‘being human’ is all about.
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much appreciated
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another stunner, Paul.
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thanks kindly
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“walking aimless
through meaningless lives
never knowing the joys
of knowing the self”
Such wow 🙂
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many thanks
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As if a metaphysical omen for any who dare cross the threshold offering access to those thoughts
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fascinating perspective
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🙂
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I catch this one out the corner of my eye and feel its truth somewhere deep inside. The picture makes me want to explore new territory.
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me, too
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