Short measures
In small proportion real beauty to know,
the full extent of perfection as slow grow.
Sense sublime deeply through all things,
a memory from long ago that still impels.
Chaotic beauty in struggle seen as art,
causing havoc by ego’s hope, torn apart.
Dying memories never reached that dream,
aspiration to inspire before the expired gleam.
Incomplete measures by lofty composition,
when simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.
Clarity by intuitive perception as measure,
to know the real known as treasure.
Making virtues out of faults dims the light,
ideal means and its embarrassing sight.
The imperfect self towards true realization,
hereafter and its other sphere continuation.
The greatest love is covered by indifference,
in admiration by respect as reference.
Divinity by short measures is human perfection,
humanity in long measures are divine limitation.
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https://robertrittel.blogspot.com Living virtualistic through myself. The road I wanted to follow choose me and I can see the cosmos to know itself. I remember only moments where my actions manifested the belief of my passion, choosing my next universe through what I have learned in this one. My fears got lost in dreams, sensing what needed to be done with no thinking. I believe in fairy tales, especially with dragons and how to tame them. I do not need any strange faith to worship that celestial brilliance. Dismissing everything what insults my soul and faithful in those small things, because it is in them where our strength is.
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