#ascetic - Hello Poetry

Odin & Mímir; A one-eyed leader, A paralyzed ascetic. One traded vison for vison, One traded appendage for appendage. From two stylite existences, Compassion for compassion. Perspective for perspective, From working together. But is it all meant to be taken as mental? But is it all meant to be taken literal?

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May 5, 2025

May 5, 2025 at 10:44 PM UTC

manx-kronos-pragna

A Head's Involved For Sure!

Odin & Mímir; A one-eyed leader, A paralyzed ascetic. One traded vison for vison, One traded appendage for appendage. From two stylite existences, Compassion for compassion. Perspective for perspective, From working together. But is it all meant to be taken as mental? But is it all meant to be taken literal?

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In any case, with pains, I'll rise again No one can soar downwards I will handle curb of life But I wish you were near me then, Not beneath like a surpassed one We can soar together, believe me If you restore your reliance Maybe not merely eye-to-eye Maybe not merely hand in hand It can be spirit to spirit And can also be trust in trust I want you to be soared with me With your thoughts and deep choices To higher than me like a wren * I want you not like a talisman I want you alive and like The Genius * It is possible where poets come from And where philosophers inhabit Where high humane dimensions lie Dimensions of fathomless friendship We can soar together, believe me If you restore your reliance Maybe not merely eye-to-eye Maybe not merely hand in hand It can be spirit to spirit And can also be trust in trust

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Dec 29, 2017

Dec 29, 2017 at 2:01 PM UTC

Mirza-Lazim

Candid belief of an ascetic

In any case, with pains, I'll rise again No one can soar downwards I will handle curb of life But I wish you were near me then, Not beneath like a surpassed one We can soar together, believe me If you restore your reliance Maybe not merely eye-to-eye Maybe not merely hand in hand It can be spirit to spirit And can also be trust in trust I want you to be soared with me With your thoughts and deep choices To higher than me like a wren * I want you not like a talisman I want you alive and like The Genius * It is possible where poets come from And where philosophers inhabit Where high humane dimensions lie Dimensions of fathomless friendship We can soar together, believe me If you restore your reliance Maybe not merely eye-to-eye Maybe not merely hand in hand It can be spirit to spirit And can also be trust in trust

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I do pray for something but in the end, nothing comes I fight the urge while waking through the tepid days, that I deserve the specific happiness of feeling hand and mouth to skin The wish, ceaseless, I crave nothing more And I do pray for nothing so in the end, all is dust In the end, I Means altogether nothing Baptize me with water, then Waste washing downward from heaven in rain

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Mar 16, 2017

Mar 16, 2017 at 11:31 PM UTC

ZeroNine

No I in Team

I do pray for something but in the end, nothing comes I fight the urge while waking through the tepid days, that I deserve the specific happiness of feeling hand and mouth to skin The wish, ceaseless, I crave nothing more And I do pray for nothing so in the end, all is dust In the end, I Means altogether nothing Baptize me with water, then Waste washing downward from heaven in rain

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Lucid dream When I was young they had no faces Eggs Smooth as nog Strain to convince Me or you To run from hurricane fire inside The walls of that house Carry on austere reflection We are crystallic All their irises Black maelstroms Keep face Of course I have known what you are doing Avoided that gaze There are more vital veins I am satisfied But must I wake you to shake you? Or is it I who Becomes the ascetic?

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Feb 28, 2017

Feb 28, 2017 at 2:16 AM UTC

fritzhannon

The Chaste Tree

Lucid dream When I was young they had no faces Eggs Smooth as nog Strain to convince Me or you To run from hurricane fire inside The walls of that house Carry on austere reflection We are crystallic All their irises Black maelstroms Keep face Of course I have known what you are doing Avoided that gaze There are more vital veins I am satisfied But must I wake you to shake you? Or is it I who Becomes the ascetic?

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