Wholepicoetry

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(2 January 2019)
I, the poet,
	a wizard,
shall define
my craft:


(Chapter One)

	What is this ?

	These words
		that I'm writing,
	what are they ?

	What is
		their meaning ?
	What are they
		describing ?
	Where are they
		coming from ?


(Chapter Two)

	Voices and symbols.
		Images.
		Thoughts.
		Spells.

	One might call them
	as one wishes.
	But is one aware
		of them ?
	Or is one
		one with them ?

	Can the distinction
	be made
		and seen ?
	Can one see
		beyond one's
		five senses ?
	
	Can one notice
		the subtle
		movement
			of life ?


(Chapter Three)

	There is sadness,
		grief,
			struggle,
				fight,
					anger,
				pain,
			suffering,
		fear,
			oh yes, fear,
		conflict
	in one's mind.

	And one's mind
		is everyone's mind.
	One mind.
	
	One can accept
	or one can refuse
		to look at
			oneself.
	Psychological battle
	between
		one's self
	and
		one's life.


(Chapter Four)

	What is
		this energy
			that is felt,
			that is power,
			that is joy,
			that is left
		inside
	one's being ?

	What is the energy
		that is present
			when one has
			no more energy
		to live
		or do
	anything ?

	What is the energy
		that brings
			enjoyment
		in the torrent
	of depression ?


(Chapter Five)

	Importance,
		this mighty word,
	is the difference
		between
			what one does
		and 
			what one does not.

	Importance
	is the difference
		between
			what the world is
		and
			what the world is not.

	It makes
	all the difference
		to see
		the importance
	of giving
	importance.


(Chapter Six)

	What is the role
	of a poet ?
	
	What is 
	that world
		in which
	the poet
		will have
	his role ?
	
	Is it simple ?
		Is the world
			simple ?
	Is it easy ?
		Is the world
			easy ?
	
	Simple and easy...
	such weird words
		to describe
			a world.
	
	Why do we 
	see it
		this way ?
	Why do we
	fail
		to comprehend
			the complexity
			and austerity
			of 
				what we call
			world ?

	Is it 
	that one
		intentionally
	ignores
	what one
		does not like
			seeing ?
	Is it 
	pain
		and fear
			of pain
	that one
	tries 
		to avoid ?
	
	So what is
	the role
		of a poet ?


(Chapter Seven)

	Stories...

	As long as
	one remembers
		there are stories.
	All one remembers
		are stories.

	Stories and characters...
		inextricably linked.
	What is the story
		one tells
			of oneself ?
	What is the character
		one plays
			in one's life ?
	Is it
		the hero ?
	Is 
		it 
			the
				HERO ?
	Then what is
	one's life ?


(Chapter Eight)

	The joy 
		of being.

	The joy
		of being.

	BEING !

	Does one feel 
		that joy ?
	Or is one
		caught
		in routine,
		in monotony,
		in repeating
			one's days,
			one's years,
			one's life choices ?

	Does one
		love
			the world ?
	Or does one
		ignore it ?

	Does one
		love
			one's life ?
	Or does one
		ignore it ?

	One shall
	BE
		the hero
			of one's story,
		a story of beauty,
	beauty
		of living.


(Chapter Nine)

	Words...
	Symbols...
	Spells...
		spoken
		by voices
			inside
			one's mind.
	Thoughts.

	One can listen.

	They enchant
		one's life.
	They create
		one's life.
	Can one
	see them ?
	Can one
	choose them ?

	Fear...
		of making
			the wrong
				choices.
	Learning
	and growing...
		making
			the right
				choices.

	One can choose
		the spells
			one uses
			on oneself.
	Lets choose
		wisely !


(Chapter Ten)

	That energy
		of being,
			of oneness,
				of nothingness...
	Can one
	feel it ?

	Can one
	die
		one moment
	and be reborn
		the next moment ?

	Can one gather
	energy
		out of nothing ?

	Can one feel
		the exuberance
			hidden
		in the space
		between things ?

	If one does,
	what is one
		afraid of ?

	Can one be
	a hero
		beyond time ?
	One shall be
		such a hero.


(Chapter Eleven)

	We need
	better spells.

	We need
	better stories.

	We need
	to create
		beauty.

	Better armors.
	Better weapons.
	Better warriors.
	Better emotions.

	We need
		to fight
			better.

	Better wizards.
	Better solutions
		for a better
			world.

	Lets enjoy
	the battle
		between
	old
		and
	new !

	Lets enjoy
		being !


(Chapter Twelve)

	So...
	what is
	the role
		of a poet
	in a world
		of magic ?

	Someone has to
		write
		the spells,
	don't they ?

	Symbols
		of life,
			of growth,
				of learning,
			of healing,
		of being.

	Symbols
		of one
		and all of us,
	the whole
		humanity.

	One epic
		battle
			of transcendence.
			
	One story
		of beauty,
	one poetry.

	Whole
		Epic
			Poetry.
	Wholepicoetry.

	Lets begin !

 

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