Handsome Desirability
I don't know.
I don't know if I've ever really seen my face,
if in a picture or in the mirror.
I don't know.
It should be noted,
I don't know if this face was intended for me.
(I realize the words don't make sense.)
But the concept is a real hard indication.
If is it me asking the question or if it is the answer on the outside.
It's as though nature is a painted picture
By God's hand.
And this is nature as a self portrait.
That only my eyes can see,
But what about my face?
The traces of my face are made in nature,
And that that nature is mine.
I am the tables and chairs,
The coffee as well.
So I sit here wondering,
Were I never to see the reflection of my image,
All of nature would indisputably be my own.
And there is no reflection to be had.
Only nature.
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I'm easy to define.
I saw as if damned to see.
I never had a desire I couldn't satisfy, because I was never blind.
I understood that all things are real and all of them different from each other.
I understood this with my eyes, never with my mind.
To understand this with my mind would be to find them all alike.
Alberto Caeiro - (Nov 8, 1915)
I like everything to be real and to be right, and I like it that way because that's how it would be even if I didn't like it.
Because everything is real and everything is right.
What will be, when it is, is what it will be when it is.
- Alberto Caeiro (Nov 7, 1915)
"As you think, so you become.....Our busy minds are forever jumping to conclusions, manufacturing and interpreting signs that aren't there." Epictetus
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