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Poem.

Writer: Amir Kemrer
Amir Kemrer
Sep 28
1 min read

We hath met on a whim, a serendipitous recollection of memories have put myself and you right under the same sky; and now we are close enough to share the same breath.


Doesth thou not yearn to know what hath brought us so close? What kind of energies are toying with the wills of the fates?


Regardless of our ages, our plans, our mistakes; we hath ended up right in the same place, vibrating at just the right frequencies.


What a blessing. What a phenomenal experience impacted by you and me. What kind of lives will we live when we finally separate? Will we realize how much we have been able to change the worlds in which we live?


Fin.



 
 
 

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Mountain Sunset

Orenda (n.): A mystical force present in all people that empowers them to affect the world, or to effect change in their own lives.

You've always been perfect. The fear is there to teach you surrender.

Embrace the vision of your future. Chase after your highest self and know that all you've ever wanted is already yours.

You may have found a world in your wound, but it's time to let it go.

Let silence be your general rule; or say only what is necessary and in a few words. -Epictetus

The natural world is a spiritual house, where the pillars, that are alive,

let slip at times some strangely garbled words;

Man walks there through forests of physical things that are

also spiritual things,

that watch him with affectionate looks.

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As the echoes of the great bells coming from a long way off

become tangled in a deep and profound association,

a merging as huge as night, or as huge as clear light,

odors and colors and sounds all mean- each other

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Perfumes exist that are cool as the flesh of infants,

fragile as oboes, green as open fields,

and others exist also, corrupt, dense, and triumphant,

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having the suggestion of infinite things,

such as musk and amber, myrrh and incense,

that describe the voyages of body and soul. ~ Charles Baudelaire

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