#malcom
~for Malcolm Gladwin, who wrote me that:
“I write that what I know and know not what I write and in this I find the nothing !”~
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struck down instantly
yet again,
by the less than strange
realization that oft when we search
for the substantiation
that validates our individual
existence
we are courting and coursing
into the realm of nothingness,
our predecessor state,
origin of the matériels
from which we came
my child’s memory~mind,
reminds/me\recalls human existence,
per ye a child’s first bible stories,*
into the mysteries of the inexplicable,
we humans were in time and space
from nought,
were created
a syllabic component contraction of no and thought, like
no-thing
So take I, my head off,
And tip it to Malcolm,
For he helped me to realize
In my voyage of self realization,
The start and the end
Are often the same
And what’s in between
Is Our struggling
To keep a hold of both,
“In the beginning,-
&
“In the end”
Each beginning and ending
and that stuff we call living
come’s between,
a way station
to the other destination.
nml 5/10/20. 26 in the early morning 17 hrs ago. f i n i
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 10:15 AM UTC
Imagina un mundo sin guerra
Imagina un mundo sin luchas políticas
Imagina un mundo sin racismo
Sería un mundo aburrido,
un mundo sin desafíos.
No hubieramos tenido el placer de a
John Lennon
Malcom X
Mandela
Albizu
y Parks
conocer.
Seguiriamos creando ídolos de proceres inútiles.
Por lo tanto,
gracias por la lucha,
gracias por la valentía
gracias por enserñarle a la humanidad a que no se rinda.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC