Got this Poem on my budday for an unknown reason. I like unknown reasons.

Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are
crowded with perfumes,
I breathe the fragrance myself, and know it and like it,
The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.

The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of
the distillation, it is odorless,
It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it,
I will go to the bank by the wood and become
undisguised and naked,
I am mad for it to be in contact with me.

The smoke of my own breath,
Echoes, ripples, and buzz'd whispers, love-root,
silk-thread, crotch and vine,
My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my
heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs,
The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the
shore and dark-color'd sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn,
The sound of the belch'd words of my voice, words
loos'd to the eddies of the wind,
A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around
of arms,
The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple
boughs wag,
The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or
along the fields and hill-sides,
The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song
of me rising from bed and meeting the sun.

Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? Have you
reckon'd the earth much?
Have you practiced so long to learn to read?
Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?

Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess
the origin of all poems,
You shall possess the good of the earth and sun,
(there are millions of suns left,)
You shall no longer take things at second or third
hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed
on the spectres in books,
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take
things from me,
You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.

Past life?
I am sure it would be fun to get to know that I was a different person, a different set of relationships, may be I died when I was 1, 10, 100, may I was a serious kinda guy, or this option actually dint occur to me, i could actually have been a girl, I could have been a different species, I could have been a tree, shrub or a cactus. Its good fun to think about a completely different set of thoughts, a different set of values, a different smile, a different sense of humor, a different eye sight and defect, a different way people look at you, a different handwriting, a different image in the mirror, a different skin and hair texture, a different email id, a differnt hieght from which I look at people, a different bike/ car/ flight/ pair of legs, different amount of sugar I like in my capuccino, a different amount of money I take home, a different different taste with food and clothing and women/ men.
And for sure a different blog.

The greatest obstacle to discovery is not ignorance - it is the illusion of knowledge.
Daniel J. Boorstin

There you have it. Some smart statement to fill up the void.

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