Best Honing Poems

Seatless, with your best last breath,

nakedly being blessed,

being surrounded by white walls
and a waltz-

this wake-up in the dark is a phase of your in-kin,

finding their next bike-spin,

pleasantly yet vaguely obeying the jim....

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He always loved knives. 
Blades flicking sharp like a snake's tongue.  
"Knives never lie," he said. 

The moment depends on honing. 
A ritual all its own.  

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“How still is our tranquil stillness ~
If it ushers not blissfulness” 
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Seeking connection
In active cognition
Presupposes
Separation 

Seeker seeking
Is energy leaking
Methinks silence
Needs tweaking

15-September-2022...

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