All real philosophies are best read
Through art.
All real artist are translators into the symbolic
Of what was already said in other words.

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The problems of how to exist well
Have been with us for some time.
But that we exist and can consider it
Mutes non-being. Put in other words
The baby starts to speak after screaming.

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Tiny cardinal bird
Fresh out and already alone
With one pink nearly red streak showing
On its tiny breast-
Chirps or rather beeps at me
As if I had always known his mother.

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Wisdom

How deeply to engage
How much to know
Which doors to knock on softly
And which to break down with force
(Especially in people’s hearts). And, of course,
How to do both
In Love.
“A butterfly can break through
A window
At the right angle
And with precise timing.
I’m sure it’s the same
With doors,” she whispers
To me, gently.