ekkis
+
poesi

poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Teach me to feel
Teach me to feel Oh Ascended Master Ye who hath conquered suffering with love and laid the many paths to divinity Teach me to fill the emptiness in my thorax with the compassion that embraces all sentient beings Teach me thine wisdom For I discern not love from hate good from evil nor light from darkness Teach me to feel, Oh Common Man the jealousy that springs in thy heart For I have no one and nothing to keep Teach me to feel, oh little bird Teach me to feel, oh tiny ant Teach me to feel oh majestic sequoia the warmth of the sun tenderness of soil freshness of waters For in the fabric of my dimensionless space there is no point [25-IX-2013]
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