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oblique overture,
acute ascent,
thermal overrun,
pungent machine,
a pause.

popping ears,
swinging limbs,
arching spines,
tired smiles, wider eyes.

trees, holes, homes.

Purpose

chirping from beneath a bamboo dome, safe in the cage, the little fowl's home, it asked to be released, come what may, to meet the brand new day... it is said that what 'is', is realized, all else is theorized... ...philosophized the custodian did obey. out in the open, the bird pecked the space around the pen... the goshawk claimed its prey. the thought was: don't call for justice, because it just is. you too eat... if not this, something else... you too steal... if not from a man, from another animal... thus a realization... perhaps theorized. he 'wondered' if something was indeed 'realized'? doubt destroyed the theorized realization. he asks: "if it is to be realized, why was it 'said', that 'what is' is 'realized'? .... All my life I have been trying to get better at questioning... If I keep asking questions, when we get the answer to the ultimate riddles, what will convince us that there is no more??..."

a refreshing energy surges through the neurons... carrying the word 'irrelevant'.... It all comes back in a flash out of a sapphire sky... "it IS irrelevant what I assume as the purpose of my life, for there IS none. what seems to be important is 'not to dwell' on imagined beliefs... but 'to see' things for that they are... a game of life which I have to play, but by my rules... ... actions and consequences and acceptance ... when I resist the consequences is when it hurts and distorts everything else... and that resistance is what prevents further action... when it hurts, it is time to listen... to go back to the basics... when I choose to play for fun, I am a child with a sandbox, there is no concept of winning... I am enjoying every moment of it, without even 'wanting' to enjoy it.... the joy of life... the love.... unconditional isn't it? why should I set targets and say that those will make me happy? I will be happy setting a target for my life or not setting it, aiming for it or not aiming for it, being passionate about it or not, and the out come is irrelevant... that IS my game. Totally purposeless :).. If trouble does come looking for me all on its own and my only fault seems to be that I was born, I will have to take a look at my definition of 'trouble'... " iStockPhoto

Fractal Universe

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made of the same,
made of itself,
open your eyes you see the same,
look close, look wide, still the same.
close your eyes
or you will see the same,
that which cannot hide itself...
...in every part of itself...
.... just the same...

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