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Sunday, February 16, 2014

Illiterate


Every stone is a word
the earth writes to me.

Every cloud is a sentence
the sky writes to me.

Every wave is a note
the ocean writes to me.

Yet here I sit, illiterate.

4 comments:

  1. Bei Kuan-tuFebruary 20, 2014 at 3:23 PM

    Profound... and yet ironically the disease that plagues humanity.

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  2. HK StewartFebruary 20, 2014 at 4:05 PM

    Thanks so much for your comment. And thanks, too, for making me aware of your blog. I look forward to reading it.

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  3. Bei Kuan-tuFebruary 21, 2014 at 11:57 AM

    You're quite welcome.

    The process of graduating from our mental conceptions and positions never ends. Qualitatively, it is "the process" that seems to light our way!

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  4. HK StewartFebruary 21, 2014 at 6:50 PM

    Yes. And we are part of that process. Am I the dancer? Or am I the dance?

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