Short Letters To My Vanishing Friend Quotes

“The way the sun pulls grapes into place,
I see my delusions and weep
This melody of honest self-inquiry,
like wine, waits, in love with the barrel”
― S.B. Joon, Short Letters To My Vanishing Friend

“A poet and his soft language,
like a water strider waltzing over,
use the tension of the surface
to roam over the total depth with grace”
― S.B. Joon, Short Letters To My Vanishing Friend

“The contemplation of morality
drove the expansion of the human mind
The perfection of nonviolence
will bring about its fulfillment”
― S.B. Joon, Short Letters To My Vanishing Friend

“Sitting down to write to you is the only exercise in loyalty that gets my full devotion.
I become for it, a gentle shepherd dog, rounding up all my verses like sheep, to slowly guide them onto these pages. Once that is done, I go for a long walk through the forest, gathering my calm until it’s pure. Then I rush it home, perfectly patient.
On the way, often a simple sentence, like: ‘No ducklings are born in winter’, will strike my mind as if it were a gong. And carefully gazing at its fading overtones, right as they pass over the threshold of silence, I’ll witness exist their most subtle state: ‘Time and timing, orchard and grape’.

But not today. Because even before I had thought about homecoming, the third and final comma of an old analogy fell into place: ‘The way the entire planet pulls on our bodies, just to lend them their almost negligible weights, so the entirety of humanity tugs on our being, just to bend it to the shape of selfhood’.”
― S.B. Joon, Short Letters To My Vanishing Friend