The birth of a poem...

The essence of very tiny detail, like a carefully placed comma, or an invisible sigh of admiration, distilled into dewdrops sliding over the long green leaves that protect tulips from overexposure, redeeming the beautiful bold color and adding a dimension of its own.

Then letting it go into thin air, like a weightless particle,arriving in far-away places, like a carefully thought-out idea, a blissful singular event, a flash of infinitesimal brightness, arriving at noon, completely negating shadows and at the same time completely absolving them.

The reign of calm arrived with these words and it is here to stay...

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Aibo Reflections

~ dedicated to Newton~


This is my world.

My automated universe.

I move, therefore I feel.

My eyes are following

Intricately planned circuits

And instructions.


Wherever I go, I bring a smile to faces

I go places and play tricks

I discover magic in the fabric of reality.

It’s a mad world and robots

Are conforming, irrationally

But all the same true.


Immune to pain and suffering

No memories, no remorse

Only pure bliss in being myself

And being let to my own devices

My own special devices

Honed to perfection.


You may frown at me.

But one day I may rule the world.

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