The Cost of Thinking & Other Thoughts: Poetry

The cost of thinking is
the price of reliving
those moments that
hurt the most

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To let go,
Arms spread like wings,
Heart open like doors
Just here in eternity
Spending one day
Fresh at a time

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And if this symphony of
Love and life and thinking
Were organic and a method
Of knowing the self,
Who could be there
but You and I,
Held in enormous
Clouds of eventide

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These things I think,
They make me realize
Who I am
And who I’m not

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Scattered things
Tied up in methods
That go up and down
Like corridors towards
The great escape

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These leanings leave
Me breathless,
Wondering what will happen
In the same moment as
Another, here in the light,
In the love of heart and mind…

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