Poetry beyond ages

I have seen her a few times later on, but I am still bewildered by her first glance…

I entered the cafe, and there she sat. She laid eyes on me and she kind of knew… She really saw right through me. A dispassionate yet heartfelt and approving look. Inquisitive, alert, and silvery awake. She felt like a sweet owl. Permissive, yet unwavering. Smiling yet timelessly serious. Compassionate yet relentlessly aloof… – seeing past all ages.

About julienmatei
I feel an inner urge to express what I see, to communicate and share with others all these impressions. Often the things I see are there, not yet manifest, but waiting... to be observed, talked about, and embraced. These new insights need another approach, a more vivid curiosity... Due to fear and prejudice we prefer to see only "the official" truth - but THE OFFICIAL TRUTH IS DEAD - being dead, it has nothing to give... We can continue pretending Death is fascinating or... we can take the trouble to LIVE... THE NEW has no definition yet... Again, IT requires another "perception", the courage to apprehend everything differently, from a totally new angle, with new confidence and inquisitive touch. This blog is not about interesting concepts, it is about participation... finding new solutions, inspiration, togetherness.

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