It is
what it isn’t
— until it is
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
Offline) - Published: March 9th, 2026 10:02
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Love!
Thanks Katie.
Well said. It was something before it became a mountain!
Amen, thanks.
You're so welcome, Kurt
Short and sweet it speaks of what isn't until in the end it is. Well done my friend
Thanks Soren.
You are most welcome Kurt
Well done as usual. Kurt.
Thanks JR.
Kurt, there’s something wonderfully paradoxical here…that movement from “what it isn’t” to the moment it simply becomes. The final turn feels almost philosophical, like the instant where possibility crosses the threshold into reality. A small poem with a surprisingly large echo, as it were. Well done, here. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks. "Surprisingly large echos" are the goal. Your words are eloquent as always.
Indeed! Thank you, my friend. As are yours!
One way of deciphering it is : we can challenge what is before us, until the point where the final proof makes us give in. This could be one interpretation.
Thanks for the insight, Soman.
Thanks Friendship.
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