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On Self-Awareness

The essence of the sun shows us, in the emptiness of space, objects of reflection. It shows us that we exist – one thing looking at the other, the other looking back – an infinite respect and understanding that there is something else out there. Do you see the constant back and forth? This is this because this is this. A rose is a rose is a rose, a trinity Gertrude Stein saw all too well.

But if we were to step away from it with a third-person perspective on all things, we would understand the true experience of life, living on a marble of water and fire and earth and wind, the four elements of life that provide self-awareness on an unmeasurable scale. We are blessed with cognitive thought, and cursed with it’s emotional reactions. Love and hate, the strongest feelings we have, are synonymous. It all depends on your connection to the thing, your attraction, your attention. Why do you hate, why do you love? Reasons for this are hard to explain without emotion, without self-awareness.

Written by Zucker

August 14, 2011 at 10:00 PM

Voices – Dog Park

There were times at the house
all of us, Sarah, Rufus, Milo,
and it would just be so playful
in the back yard.
Hey – stop it. Stop it.
They just love those plants back there.
We could hear them there,
digging holes beneath the tree.
She doesn’t really like the tennis ball anymore.
She’s a real cutey. Come on, Honey.
Come on, time to go home. Come!
Stay. Sit, sit, stay.
It was such a great time hanging out.
Nope! Sit, stay. Good dog.
We’ll see you guys next time,
I’ll tell you about the time she found a truffle.

Written by Zucker

July 28, 2011 at 8:00 AM

Thoughts From A Run

– projecting interest in the tone of my voice
– Buddhism and motivation
– the sound of trees rustling
– the smell of water and pine
– the life story of my father
– the ignorant future in front of me
– the need to prove myself
– the pessimistic outlook that all good things come to an end

Written by Zucker

July 20, 2011 at 6:13 PM

Purpose

The emptiness of boredom strikes hardest when your incessant attempts to find a purpose bear no fruit. A feeling of hopelessness manifests and begins to unroll a downward spiral of depression. We must find purpose out there. With all this seemingly free time, there is a talent we all have that can be marketed. What to do? How can we do it? Why? What’s the point of trying? The point is – we are better than the next, better qualified to see the world as it is, better prepared to fit into any open space, seamlessly willing to do what others will not.

Written by Zucker

July 18, 2011 at 8:00 AM

The Breakup

“What’s wrong”

“… – “

“Honey, tell me what’s wrong.”

“… – “

“If you don’t tell me what’s wrong, it means you’re breaking up with me.”

I stayed silent, looking in her eyes with a sad expression. She knew.

“Really?”

I nodded my head wearily, only once, as if ashamed. I was ashamed. I broke the heart of an angel.

Written by Zucker

June 28, 2011 at 8:00 AM

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quote

I cannot forget it,

the oft-repeated message of the Sage.

Written by jacoblaze

June 27, 2011 at 9:55 PM

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Motivation

Real motivation comes from the desire to do something
for people you care about, and for yourself.
Find a reason to pursue life,
and you will be motivated by it.

Written by Zucker

June 21, 2011 at 8:00 AM

Posted in Poetry, Writing

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