“A master’s handiwork cannot be measured, But still priests wag their tongues explaining the “Way” and babbling about “Zen.” This old monk has never cared for false piety, And my nose wrinkles at the dark smell of incense before the Buddha.”
Understanding ourselves and the world we live in.
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
Experiments in the Art of Mastering None
Rhymes and Reasons
Vibe alone for a while
writes one short story every week
Aspiring to be the best at writing. Poetry lover, haiku and free verse to be precise, I hope to one day master
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
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Dabbles in writing, loves music and nature. Sierra Leonean
Philosophy Professor & Philosophical Counselor - Dr. Elly Pirocacos
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