The inspiration you draw from: The inspiration you draw from Nguyen De is like a transporting breeze, and this is no exception; the vibrant winds resulted in excellence in purity, emotional impact and execution.
It's lines like these that glisten and hum long after the last line is read:
". . . So, in my junior high school
naivete, I concluded that if I could imagine bruises, scrapes, and
damage schoolbooks into reality, I should also be able to
imagine my own, private, and sheltering shrine to the Glory of Christ."
Quiet magnificence.
Your expression whispers and: Your expression whispers and haunts and shatters. A few delicate, relatable lines that pinpoint the experience take on so much power in your talented hands that I'm silenced. And that's art.
"sometimes its as simple as : "sometimes its as simple as remembering to reach out with a prayer
and breathe in the answer"
The casual splendor, the unflinching truth, the shimmering wit, the realness of your expression has almost moved me to tears.
Every line says: "I know!"
Every word says: "hope"
A perfect pocket dial with a profound message that makes us all your friend.
Musk is proof of man's great disease: People will ignore your grave sins - as long as you dress your words in their tribal outfits - until you sin against them. And, just the same, those who despised you before will suddenly sing your praise if you turn your fangs against their enemies.
Subliminal glyphs AGLOW here: Subliminal glyphs AGLOW here, specialized, like scoring a rare card in a Pokemon pack; something happens in the snap of your fingers, as you clack down courage upon the keyboard, and navigate us through a powerful pastlife with a flattering, matter-of-fact, lovely language.
Please . . . please . . .: Please . . . please . . . forgive my discourteous failure to reply and acknowledge this comment. It was an oversight on my part, horribly embarrassing, but not intended to be disrespectful. I am so sorry, and I will try to be more careful going forward.
And I certainly like your suggestion about identifying the great Poet's beloved; I will certainly mull that over.