Poems about limits

Between the Will and Attention

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

Victory tainted is shallow. If to win you stand hollow, beneath there’s a shadow, no roots to feed...

The ocean’s white foam caresses me, carries me into the weeping horizon. As my borealis eyes...

Science in its groundness is humble. Arrogance only leads to ignorance. Our fears seek to fulfill...

Open your heart to your poetic voice, the one that extends language to its limit, and devours the...

Language is a tool, not a temple of truth. Thought is like language, so elusive that its bulwark...