Tag Archives: Illusion

FIVE WISE LINES [September 2026]

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Luck, diligence, spontaneity, and inspiration
are all needed to write a poem.

Mary oliver; A Poetry Handbook

…above all let us never accept as cause for what we do not comprehend something we comprehend even less.

Marquis de sade; Juliette

…wise people don’t tell us what to do;
they start by witnessing our story.

david brooks; How to know a person

The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong,
but to those who can see it coming and jump aside. Like a frog evading a shillelagh in a midnight marsh.

Hunter s. thompson; The Rum Diary

We do not see things as they are,
we see them as we are.

Anaïs Nin

PROMPT: Negative Thoughts

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What’s the best way to deal with negative thoughts?
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Feel the feelings but cut short the rumination with the realization that negative thoughts are waking dreams and have no more inherent reality than sleeping dreams.

PROMPT: Question Reality

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What’s a moment that made you question reality?
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I have them all the time. When I was actively working on lucid dreaming / dream yoga, I was particularly attuned to them (as the practice necessitates.) The most common instance is when one sees something in one’s environs that one has never noticed before. It would happen all the time when I was living in Bangalore because it was such a visually chaotic and rapidly changing place that I could walk down a street ten times and not notice an unusual sign or building facade, and then — POW! — the moment I saw it I was in utter disbelief that it could have been their all the time.

I haven’t discounted (nor accepted) the simulation hypothesis, and I suspect whatever the world is, it’s not precisely any of the things we’ve thought it to be.

Fogless Fog [Haiku]

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white blossoms 
 seen through still bare trees:
  looks like fog, sans fog.

Illusory [Free Verse]

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Photograph of miniature rabbit sculptures at Fo Guang Shan, near Kaohsiung, Taiwan.
Nothing is what it seems,
     or as it feels it should be.

The world is full of
     smoke & mirrors --
          neither here nor there...

And yet everywhere... 
      & everywhen.

PROMPT: A Break

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Do you need a break? From what?
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Yes. The manipulation. Attention merchants selling space in our heads to AI-powered rage bait creators for a magical misdirect on a scale never before seen. While people are pointing fingers of outrage, the last thin dime is being pried out of their pockets to fuel wildly depraved existences, and the robbed are left to wonder how the people they were pointing at — who they had their eyes on the entire time — managed to pull off a pickpocket.

#bamboozledbybillionaires

Lake Ice [Lyric Poem]

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Sun-sparkles on the lake’s far end
  look icy cool beneath blue skies,
 but Winter shivers, I suspend,
  because late Spring is telling lies.

River Vision [Free Verse]

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in a flat, wide river:
   something juts up
   from the water --
   far in the distance

for an instant,
   i startle:
   seeing it as an
   extended arm...

like that Stevie Smith
   poem, but i discover
   it's neither waving,
   nor drowning, but 
   merely protruding...

a dead limb
   stuck in the river,
   drag & pull balanced,
   waiting to be 
   carried away.

PROMPT: Legacy

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What is the legacy you want to leave behind?
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If “legacy” is defined as something left behind that serves to keep one’s memory alive, then I don’t. I think that goal is futile, illusory, and a bit narcissistic. Even those who are “remembered” long after their deaths are not truly remembered. For example, the Alexander the Great who is remembered to this day likely bears little resemblance to the one who was flesh and blood. What we remember are products of imagination. [Which is fine, but then why tie them to people who lived as opposed to purely fictional ones?]

If I could leave behind some configuration of knowledge of the art of human living that would be helpful to anyone (without it being tied to my identity or memory) that would be a fine thing.

Foggy Morning [Senryū]

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foggy morning:
 a figure approaches...
  nope, just a shrub!