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“La natura è piena d infinite ragioni che nò furò mai in isperiètia”
Leonardo da Vinci

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think
that the very next millisecond blink
will be, reveal a, theater curtain rising,
a play of your composition,
a painting of your composure,
a newly cresting reason,
infinite in number,
infinitesimal aggrandizing majesty in granular shapes,
a shock so grand you say out loud willingly,

therefore, I am

the first word
of the next page or poem you turn to,
will change your No. 1 reason for living,
to your knees dropped trembling,
comprehending the renaissance of his
isperiètia (experience)

there are infinite books and infinity words,
do the probability calculation of inspiration
and confess
every sun rising, every rainbow unexpected,
every moonlight solstice,
every glance freely stolen taken,
is nature,
your nature, revealed,
unsealed

these are your unveilings,
revealing the fullness of you,
the likeness of discovery
how what we see in our uncommonality
is our communion










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This year marks the quincentennial of the death of Leonardo da Vinci, the Italian Renaissance master who died in May 1519.

I've gotten so used to being lonely,
that I sometimes prefer myself
over other people.
Being alone made me
realize how
extraordinary I am.