SEVEN POEMS

METAMORPHOSIS

No one noticed her, not even me

She wandered above the thinnest air, very lightly

Like an accident she bumped into my strumming and...

...only then I could see her in the silence like a beacon

Sound so piercing that it I could almost touch it

Forbidden like a sin,

She was so good, she was so real, she was so there

Uncontainable like life

Indestructible like energy

She prefers to transform,

From a string to a pen

From a song to a poem

This is my attempt to have her

7 day, 7 writings

Metamorphosis

DEAR ME:

Former perfectionist,

Now I choose the natural asymmetry of things

Now I choose simplicity

Basic and weathered

I choose to be without pretense,

Unbounded by convention

Subtly and profound grace

I rather be tranquil

Not obvious

Free

For only then my spirit creates

My name is Ensō Taves

I DIDN'T

I didn't...

I didn't move till a had no scape

I didn't Love till I was in love

I didn't Live till I Died

For...

Happiness is spontaneous

Love is god

Peace is a gift

One thing I know...

The Journey starts within

I'm ready now

I'm ready

FOUR

I could talk to these trees

In the night

Half empty

The other half don't matter

Unplugged

Empty

I could feel nothing

Sober

I could have no edges

Different scenario

New ideas

Thesaurus of dreams

Talent is a myth.

...empty

. .

...empty

. .

LAST POEM

When it's over

reality is irrelevant

harmony is an illusion

and all these

we must endure

Believe, still

because

Beauty is understated

and

True Love Waits

AFFIRMATION

For those who fell

For those who've thrived

And their ashes

And the ones hanging on to them

For those who left

For those raising up

For my silence

and my shades of grey

For the things I know

and those I regret

Here I claim

THIS IS MY LIFE

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