Day: August 29, 2017

mirror, mirror

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Mirror
–Tada Chimako

My mirror is always a little taller than I am.
It laughs a little later than I laugh.
I blush like a boiled crab,
and cut off a projection of myself with my nail scissors.

When I let my lips approach the mirror,
it blurs, and I vanish beyond my sighs,
as a nobleman disappears behind his crest,
and a blackguard behind his tattoo.

My mirror is the cemetery of smiles.
Traveler, when you come to Lakaidaimon,
tell them that there stands here a grave,
painted white with heavy makeup,
with only wind blowing in the mirror.

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Turn yourself off before you are mangled irretrievably by the inevitable forces of the grinding, gnashing machinery of life.

Marvel at all the things you said you’d never do, all the things you laughed at, that you have now done more times than you can count and no longer find funny.

Step up and march forward even after stating your position unequivocally, mistake or not. The only true mistake is not continuing to act.

Acknowledge that convention is sometimes beautiful; you can suddenly see it when the scenery takes shape around it and the figure of the stalwart body imbues it with meaning.

Talk about the disaster(s) big and small and let go of their hold on you.

Create.

Dream.

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