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Christian Bixler Nov 2017
To see better is to exist.
To deny better is to deny existence.
Therefore I say
that the cliffrose,
and the empty bottle,
and the blue sky,
and the heat,
and the touch of love,
and the iron of blood,
all
are beautiful.

Embrace all.
An experiment in the old Chinese way of writing, in which simple statements hold the most common use. The style of this poem is explicit; yet what it lacks in subtlety, it makes up in directness.
Christian Bixler Nov 2017
speaking
is this how they feel
with wet feathers
Christian Bixler Nov 2017
passing showers
press leaves to soil
a conversation
Seen through many windows, and as the rain cooled me in July.
Christian Bixler Nov 2017
before the last
of the light is gone
crickets
Christian Bixler Oct 2017
wondering
how do they tell
at night
The experience this is taken from is that of standing up from sitting on the bank of a lake, and seeing all the little fish that feed there scatter because of the shadow and the movement.
Christian Bixler Oct 2017
listening
here again there is
recognition
In listening to "My Sweet Lord", a song by George Harrison.
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