What if they change the definition
of every word, What then
is self denial
other than self
-M. Taggart
Tag: Self
A Poem-
Goodbye word-
I gave you up with a swallow-
Felt you gaining access to my soul,
and spit you out.
-M. Taggart
(revisit)
smallish, simple things.
Expect a large, “Hello,” from the sky today. That’s how it is. How it works. There’s no one person who knows other than the self, wishing to see what’s given from a simple gust of wind; lifting the ever floating leaf, closer to its destination, just beyond the reach of your outstretched arms as you look above to receive the day’s welcome.
-M. Taggart
Just how deep does this go
A thought can be a mangled mess until we take time to straighten it out and truly understand it. -M. Taggart
poem
Sometimes I don’t want to write
and I do anyway
The voices are different
The walls are the same
and not, too
Doesn’t much matter
I’ll always write
and the walls
will always be there
-M. Taggart
Mirror
Sometimes trust looks you in the face.
The smell of the book took something.
Should you.
Birds sound best in the morning,
while you look in the mirror.
-M. Taggart
poem
To be identified is to be seen-
No matter how many days combine
into weeks, years, and more,
our small goals to be discovered by appropriate eyes
are not so small. And the trees that weep
over lost seeds are weeping for the joy
and love growing all around them.
-M. Taggart
self
Discontent and unaware, please don’t let’s wake our minds and stay there a while.
-M. Taggart
poem – corridors
Forgoing the hollowed feeling of pain-
A mind at ease may fill the caverns.
Although, I fear, if we achieve to make
all of our memories obsolete, where then
do we stand, and what mirrors will we know.
-M. Taggart
happens
I kept looking for myself, but at some point I had to move on.
-M. Taggart.
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