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The poem attached stuck with me quite a bit. A mountain to be loved throughout generations. Mt Fuji still stands strong, and brough peace and awe to so many people, people we donāt even know exist, both past and present.
This manās last gratitude was that he could see Mt Fuji from his deathbed in Tokyo in 1894. To think that this stoic rock has been a silent observer of so much life really made me think about the short duration of our own life.Ā Mt Fuji doesnāt know its own beauty, but she brought peace to a dying soul. And that soul shared with us his final scene, written proof that the life we share is so similar to those before us. We find the same beauty, we enjoy the same pleasures, and we all meet the same end.Ā
To think that Mt Fujiās name is a taste many of us have shared on our tongues is amazing. No matter where you are in this world, or what time period you inhabited.
This manās last gratitude was that he could see Mt Fuji from his deathbed in Tokyo in 1894. To think that this stoic rock has been a silent observer of so much life really made me think about the short duration of our own life.Ā Mt Fuji doesnāt know its own beauty, but she brought peace to a dying soul. And that soul shared with us his final scene, written proof that the life we share is so similar to those before us. We find the same beauty, we enjoy the same pleasures, and we all meet the same end.Ā
To think that Mt Fujiās name is a taste many of us have shared on our tongues is amazing. No matter where you are in this world, or what time period you inhabited.
Feb 10, 2025
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All of the people in this Chinese restaurant are going to die some day. The deaths will not affect me, i donāt even know these people. I do not know the lady in the collared shirt who keeps looking at the ceiling or the dad talking with his teenage daughter who says ālikeā too much. Iāll never know the waitress who gave me my water or the young boy seating people up front. But other people know them, other people have loved them, laughed with them, seen them grow up or grow old. All of these people in this Chinese restaurant are PEOPLE, they have lives and jobs and personalities. They have dreams, and faults, and secrets theyāve kept to themselves for years now. Iāll never know all of these people, theyāll never know me. They will all die, and others in their lives will be affected wether thatās a mom, or dad or child or girlfriend. But for right now, everybody is alive, and laughing, and bonding, over this Chinese restaurant that they found on google or heard of from a friend. Life is incredibly short, we are limited in time, yet weāre not limited in love, every human has the power to love someone with all their heart, and sometimes the best way to display that love is sitting down after a long day and talking at a Chinese restaurant.Ā
May 28, 2025
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šThis poem is so striking and pulls on my heart strings in a violent way I havenāt felt in most other writing, especially the excerpts below
I want to live longer. I want to love you longer, say it again, I want to love you longer & sing that song again. & get pummeled by the sea & come up breathing & hot sun & those walks & those kidsĀ & hard laugh, clap your hands. I am not ready to die yet.
& when I go or you go, let me see you again somewhere, or you see me. Isnāt that you, old friend, my love? you might say, while swimming in some ocean to the small fish at your ankle. Or, Werenāt you my sister once? I might say to the sad, brown dog who follows me down the street. Or to the small boy or old woman or horse eye or to the tree. I know I knew I know you, too.
I want to live longer. I want to love you longer, say it again, I want to love you longer & sing that song again. & get pummeled by the sea & come up breathing & hot sun & those walks & those kidsĀ & hard laugh, clap your hands. I am not ready to die yet.
& when I go or you go, let me see you again somewhere, or you see me. Isnāt that you, old friend, my love? you might say, while swimming in some ocean to the small fish at your ankle. Or, Werenāt you my sister once? I might say to the sad, brown dog who follows me down the street. Or to the small boy or old woman or horse eye or to the tree. I know I knew I know you, too.
Feb 13, 2025
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šSpeak to me, Over where we have all been, Transient stories awaken in me multitudes, immense fortitude, abiding by the riches of the plants, and leaves that fall to their death to renew the soil, entrenched and obscure. The beating heart of a lion, roaring and engulfing everything it sees, The vast beauty of home, Where we once shared meals and stories that kept us awake. Fever foaming at the mouth, phlemn poisoning our lungs with citrus taste, And evolving into air, That sets the mood, Forever as it may seem, Is a line in snow, shining, reflecting the source, buried beyond the pines. Bodies of insects after battle, Stirring the flask, Looking and exploring a new age, A mighty sword of coincidence.A single beam balancing the sprawl, lubricating and succulent, It is a pass. It is a soldierās wake. The collarbone rests on top of the sea, waiting to saw through the clouds.
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