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Tag Archives: self
Merger
Spend one day as the person you always imagined you’d be. If it suits you, do it for a second day. Then a third. Continue impersonating your dream-self until you grow tired and decide to call it quits, or filial … Continue reading
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Tagged alchemy, dream life, dream self, merger, musing, Poetry, Prose, self
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Diorama
Make a shoebox diorama of your dream life. Install a macaroni model of yourself into this dream life. Place the diorama in a dark closet and let it sit there for days, weeks, years. Take it out of the closet … Continue reading
Center Point
Walk ever so slowly, with measured steps, to the center of your being. Walk out again, toward the center of your being. Continue moving in and out, in and out, until all sense of orientation is lost. Stop walking, and … Continue reading
Telegram
Send a telegram from a future perspective to someone who resembles you in present time. In the telegram, tell the person resembling you who and what you would like to become. Assure them that this is not blackmail or psychic … Continue reading
Soulfeed
You are here, she said, to take a tentative chance on the infinite, to teethe, lovingly, on the numinous zipper of a star or two, to gamble away innocence with a fortune teller’s palm, grinning stigmata, and not a single … Continue reading
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Tagged dream, God, John Biscello, love, muses, poem, remember to remember, self, soul, spirit
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Storyless
There is no story greater than the one you don’t tell yourself, silence and lighted space inviting wonder and mystery to pool at the center of who you are beyond facile descriptions and prior claims.
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Tagged existential, John Biscello, poem, self, soul, spirit, story, storyless
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Not a Sonnet
I can go on. Sometimes you fall off the edge of a sentence and find another one waiting for you there, like the billowcushy arms of a cloud-woman, or keenly lighted wraith, and you can go on, holding hands with … Continue reading
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Tagged dream, expression, John Biscello, language, poem, self, snetence, woman, words
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Of Dogs & Gods
I’d like to be the kind of person my soul knows I am.
Lull
Sometimes, even the light, in its radiant parry and thrust, needs to be laid down, in order to receive, openly, the starried lull of brokenness.
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Tagged John Biscello, Light, love, poem, Poetry, self, Stars
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Last Thought, Best Thought?
You are only as free as your last thought. Think again.
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Tagged buddhism, John Biscello, koan, philosophy, poem, self, spirit, thought
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