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Walking Koan Two prophets gazed down from the top of a hill at a crowd of people that had gathered to listen to them speak. The first prophet shouted, "Follow me, and you will achieve enlightenment!" and walked away. The second prophet then shouted, "Follow me, and you will achieve enlightenment!" and walked away in the opposite direction.
Some of the people immediately followed the first prophet, and some followed the second. Some decided they were both wrong and chose to walk in a different direction. The others argued with each other, trying to convince their friends and family to go one way or another, until they could no longer see the footprints of either prophet. They then argued about which direction the prophets had actually gone in, and in the end they seperated into many different directions, each certain that theirs was the one true path.
Eventually the two prophets met on the opposite side of the earth, where their paths naturally crossed since th
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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