Poems about attention

Between the Will and Attention

The mind is a little crow, a double sided sword, where will and attention play, while agape feeds...

As I breathe, oxygen comes in, I become what I breathe, yet I do not, carbon dioxide goes out.1...

Far, a day ago, a lecture precedes a new law, a gallery of men chat, interests on hand, women...

If poverty strips me of dignity, why is there stigma in a journey that hasn’t found how to...

Thank the despised, heatly doomed to destroy, for reminding us how fragile we are… How vital...

What I call evil, is not a something but a withdrawal, destruction without reconstruction, a lack,...