A Hermit on the Dance Floor: This Moment

Monday, March 2, 2015

This Moment

No, I don't want to kiss you,

But let us kiss this moment

That contains us tonight;

For it surely is as beautiful

As you appear to my eyes;

This moment, created

By our collective pasts

That led us here together,

Joining our worlds through

Our words and our eyes

As we look into our souls -

Those depths where we find

True reflections of ourselves...

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My quotes

the minute you start finding yourself, everything else starts finding its place...

A good workout is the best tailor.

I held poetry by it's tail and shook it thrice;

then it turned around and swallowed me whole.

Identity is the biggest problem. If there were no identity, there would be no conflict.

More money does not get you more friends; it only gets you more expensive friends.

Don't ask life for the right situations; ask instead for the right attitude and the right people to get you through.

“There is a loneliness that can be rocked. Arms crossed, knees drawn up, holding, holding on, this motion, unlike a ship's, smooths and contains the rocker. It's an inside kind--wrapped tight like skin. Then there is the loneliness that roams. No rocking can hold it down. It is alive. On its own. A dry and spreading thing that makes the sound of one's own feet going seem to come from a far-off place.” - Toni Morrison

This is another great difference between our civilization and yours. You admire the man who pushes his way to the top in any walk of life, while we admire the man who abandons his ego.

If a monkey were to be brought up by a pride of lions, he would grow up with a huge inferiority complex, funny-looking, unable to roar, the weakest guy by far in the pride, and if he never tries to climb a tree coz he thinks he's a lion, his life's going to be such a drag!; But imagine what will happen when little this monkey tries to climb his tree, nervous and skeptical at first, realising gradually that he loves this feeling and is even good at it, eventually leaving the lions far below and swinging away from branch to branch, tree to tree, where the whole jungle's his playfield, and he can now enjoy his true calling. I know we'd all like to think we're lions, for that is the cool thing to be, but for those of us who aren't, would we rather spend our lives being terrible lions, or would we want to find that monkey in us instead? (P.S. If you discover that you're not a monkey, or not a good monkey, the pride of lion's will always be there for you.)

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