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Wild Oats, Steel Cut


"Wild Oats, Steel Cut" 

Words like food
can become an addiction
it’s in the swallowing 
that the story 
consumed like 
some feast
laid out at the 
Hatters Table
poured into 
kidney pans
returns 
steel cut
in our warm
memories
glitching all over
our wild oats
while we 
are stitched up
being fed porridge
and honey

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)

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Lady Labyrinth

January 22, 2023 at 12:07 PM

gvlm. "Purpose in Life"? To Love and be Loved. To "Live". To contribute.

Lady Labyrinth

January 22, 2023 at 1:00 PM

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ankh

Lady Labyrinth

January 22, 2023 at 12:05 PM

“She attended the French performance, but the play's content now had a connection to her life. She read a book and the book invariably had lines with sparks from her mind, the fire of her emotions flickered here and there, and words spoken the night before were written down, as if the author had overheard how her heart beat. The forest held the same trees, but their sound had taken on special meaning; she had established a vibrant consonance with them.

Lady Labyrinth

January 22, 2023 at 12:05 PM

The birds did not simply twitter and chirp but were saying something to each other. Everything around her spoke and responded to her mood; a flower would blossom and she seemed to hear its breathing." pp. 256-257” Ivan Goncharov (Oblomov)

Lady Labyrinth

January 22, 2023 at 12:04 PM

“I did not know what I was going to do with my life; before anything else I wanted to find an answer, my answer, to the timeless questions, and then after that I would decide what I would become. If I did not begin by discovering what was the grand purpose of life on earth, I said to myself, how would I be able to discover the purpose of my tiny ephemeral life?

Lady Labyrinth

January 22, 2023 at 12:04 PM

And if I did not give my life a purpose, how would I be able to engage in action? I was not interested in finding what life's purpose was objectively - this, I divined, was impossible and futile - but simply what purpose I, of my own free will, could give it in accord with my spiritual and intellectual needs. Whether or not this purpose was the true one did not, at that time, have any great significance for me. The important thing was that I should find (should create) a purpose congruent with my own self, and thus, by following it, reel out my particular desires and abilities to the furthest possible limit. For then at last I would be collaborating harmoniously with the totality of the universe.” Nikos Kazantzakis (Report to Greco)

Lady Labyrinth

January 22, 2023 at 12:03 PM

“Everything in this world happens with a purpose. You are born in this world with a purpose, you are chosen by purpose.” Udai Yadla, (A Walk in the Rain)