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Is it like... a pearl...?
When... your heart finds that piece of sand...?
When... your heart feels that... unsaid truth...?
When... your heart... bleeds... and must heal...?
And then...
Resolves... consumes... resolves... consumes...
To... rectify that harshness...?
To... become one with that harshness...?
To... make peace with that harshness...?
Until... it becomes a piece of beauty...
Until... it becomes a piece of life...
Something... that was just a bit of nothing...
That... inspired... the creation of a beauty...
As if... saying... "See..!! It's a piece of beauty after all...!!"...??
Or...
Is it like... a vision...?
Is it like a vision that... longs to be seen...?
Like a ghost...? passing through a room...?
Seen... just for a moment...?
But... longing to live...?
Longing to be born into reality
For good or for ill...
But... just to be seen...?
And... felt...?
To... live on...
Or... to pass pass away...
Back into that ghost...
To be born again another time
When the vision... is more clear...??
Is it... like a fruit...?
A fruit that one takes... and eats...
And... as one eats... and consumes this fruit...
Savoring the taste...
Savoring the texture and the feel...
And... then... like a refined chef...
Discovers the intricate differences...?
Discovers... the truths of this thing...?
This living thing... that feeds the soul of life...?
Is it... the search for the soul of life...?
A search born... not from some prophet...
But born... from a searcher...?
Who... gently speaks of what he sees...
So that... those who follow...
Can... perhaps... find their own way...?
Find their own truths...?
Find their own understanding of life...?
To some day... reap all those truths...
And... peek... at the holy beauty...
That lies at the soul of life...
Wherein... no words could really define...
Where... no words should...
Where words... alter that beauty...?
What is at the heart of a poem...?
Is it... the longing to give that gift...?
The longing to express some beauty...?
Express some piece of beauty
In a way that only hints at the truth...?
Without... touching it with our hands...?
Leaving us all... to simply... know...?
To discover the poetry of life...
And... to know it for ourselves...
Hidden... as it may be...
Deep inside that pearl...?
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