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Zywa 6d
Everything passes,

so we have to build bridges --


roads over the sea.
Proverb - 44. "Todo pasa y todo queda" ("Everything passes and everything remains", 1912, Antonio Machado)

Collection "Being my own museum"
Limes Carma Jul 21
They argue in threads they barely read,
Just dopamine and capslocked tweets.
No questions asked, no space to try —
PEOPLE READ, NOT TO UNDERSTAND BUT TO REPLY.
© Copyright 2025 - Limes Carma
It was our order,
Long before member Plato -
Long before member Socrates,
Which structured the Trials
To be as the Epics;
That which is this philosophy.

To celebrate our history,
I who was the last
To complete the Trials,
As was what was our most exalted tradition.
Those visionary artisans, craftsmen, scientists, inventors, writers, artists, speakers, doctors, warriors, leaders, et cetera.
Our most important of ideas, of ideals, of concepts, of perspectives, of experiences,
Of stories; of our histories, of our sciences & our cultures.

For I who last slew indifference
And made a companion
Of that of a "Minotaur."

For I who last understood & could say,
I am a Dragon.

¹Before the island fell away.

The surname of Kronos & Gaia,
Time & Nature;
Rendered, Gorgon.
1 - "Atlantis," "Elysium & Elysia;" 𝐋𝐥𝐨𝐞𝐠𝐫
Zywa Jul 11
Plastic chairs, shaped in

such a way that I can't help --


but think of buttocks.
Autobiography "In den vreemde - Kronieken" ("In foreign parts - Chronicles", 2024, Frida Vogels), chapter 'Herbert' - May 21st, 1976, Bologna (about Frida's visit to Herbert Cohen [1931-2016] in Capelle aan den IJssel on Sunday, May 16th, 1976)

Collection "Trench Walking"
Robii Jun 23
So it true?
True that as a newborn is welcomed to this world
Someone is also somewhere struggling to find life... or rather dead

No wonder
When there is death ,there is tears
When there is birth, there is excitement except in the wicked world called Earth... rare cases actually

Practical Practical Practical
Imagine a world not earth now
A world where time flies  differently
The one with distinctive culture
Where birth is a sorrow
And death is excitement.....because the world is too cruel for new borns and dying is resting to be save from the wicked world
Perla Jun 21
The roots won't grow, they just won't. The water is tepid and the gnats know this as they hover over it. They buzz around with grand expectations and buzz in anticipation of thriving in such fertile conditions (for water is as life-giving as is soil). Propagated from one flesh to another in hopes of growth. However, the roots just won't take. Slime already grows there. Some gnats may lay eggs, glass jelly sacs, tenderly floating amongst the roots. Soon it all starts to rot, to stink, just the same as before.
(on the ten-year anniversary of leaving home)

without looking back,
she boarded a flight,
concealing that piercing anxiety.
to soothe the ache,
packed her language as a guide,
weeping quietly for her country.

recognition came in tears,
stretched paper-thin—
that her home couldn’t yet grasp
that love begins within.

the early years, under flickering lights,
were spent seeking solace.
with inner voices softly humming—
inhaling cheap wine,
books as her compass—
enough to outweigh not belonging.

some nights,
she danced until her heels
worn the skin away,
bleeding her truth into tile,
whilst friends, thick as thieves,
melted into laughter, and gin.

she loved badly,
lit candles to soften the silence
that screamed louder at 3 a.m.,
scribbled poetry
on the walls of her soul—
long forgotten, left forsaken.

her twenties were a strange gift,
she never thought to ask for,
memories scattered down the hallway,
like spilled drinks, laced with honesty.
sometimes the weight is still sore,
and yet she’s walking,
barefoot,
unfolding.
June 19, 2025
the ten-year anniversary is actually August 1, 2025 - but i could not resist. it has been on my mind a lot lately.
Temple of Artemis;
Steal the cheese,
But remember
It isn't free!
For Artemis is always hunting!
Hunger.
But who puts out the dairy?
Wisdom.

For the kid who doesn't
Feel the need to thieve.
For the outsider of the pack;
For who wanders back
Carrying foodstuffs
They foraged,
They collected.

This is a leader.

"For why did you not steal, coward?!"
"I am not cowardly."
"Not fit then, lackey!?"
"I can lift, I can run."
"Then what was it?"
"The others couldn't."
"Your kind then, eh?!
You're kind then, eh!?"
"I'm good
As long as 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥."

It is for the stranger of the temple
Who is no stranger to the temple!

One who cares for the altars, one & all.
A way of life from long ago, from long before those old ancients ever wrote it down. Remnants of larger unity & organization among the Greeks, from like times before the mythical Trojans.
It's funny when you read works from the ancient world on mythology - its meanings and their origins. The most learned must even confess to ignorance or outright confusion from lack of knowledge via record or experience.
A wave is a wave,
Like a particle is a particle.
A ripple,
A droplet.

Language is not important,
For all concepts are constants.

That is,
The truly objective
And not what is perspective.
That's science!
It's fun,
You'll love it.
You live it!

What I'm saying is
That language & languages change,
The nature of any one given
And those which are still spoken.

Other such things?
They fall apart,
They collapse into dust.
Returning from whence they came.

Paper degrades, wood burns,
Clay crumbles, stone erodes -
What is it? That always which continues?
Such things as the voice of truth & of logic.

As long as there are those who speak it,
As long as there are those
Who are both willing & capable.
All of which any may choose to learn.

History shows,
Only fools don't learn it.
Wisdom knows,
Only the wise really keep it.

So many ways to reduce it!
So many ways to expand upon it!
It's all about knowing!
It's all about sharing!
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