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? O carte de poezie nu se începe, se mângâie parcurgând-o. O carte în care cineva a reunit cioburi de suflet, se privește cu ochii mari, se respiră, se palpită, se iubește, se alină și se dă înapoi, la nivel simbolic, sub formă de recunoștință altora. Consider că…
Autor: Daniela Marin
Teach me more how to love lies hatred cruelty stupidity hypocrisy jealousy pretence compassionless barbarism brutalism insolence ingratitude intolerance integrity-not fear … or better don’t! Stop teaching and give me your indestructible love all-melting fusion power the incomprehensible wisdom and purity of mind. Embrace me in your kindness and heal my wounded eyes. Live your
I woke up this morning having a beautiful memory in my mind: William Ricketts’ superb sculpture from the Sanctuary he built on Mt. Dandenong, Melbourne, Australia to pay respect to the Aboriginal people. The innocence and purity of these eyes melted my heart the moment I saw them, in a place not too far from
For https://dversepoets.com/2018/04/02/haibun-monday-faith/ Thin, tingling air above my head and then, a silence like the final end. For just an instant. And then, the words exploded in my mind. And then, the puzzle of my life was finally complete. A truth that shone the Light while purpose was revealed. An understanding from the highest peak into
For https://dversepoets.com/2018/04/05/openlinknight-217/ Last summer I started writing my thoughts in English. I don’t know why. Phrasing in English, whatever I was experiencing, was not a choice of the ego-mind. It simply came this way, it has been born this way. A cycle of poems entitled Parentheses (The Diary of Renovation) grew out while parentheses became
Worlds of Words 