I've read easily a hundred stories of people who you helped in comment sections of your poetry and I know mines not unique and you'll probably never see it, but thank you. In 7th grade I was shown "to this day" as part of a poetry unit. That night I watched at least a dozen times. It got me through a middle school career of being bullied. I found "the crickets have arthritis" in 9th grade while my dad was hospitalized dying of cancer. You got me through what I now think was my first depressive episode this fall (10th grade), because "if today is as bad as it gets, by tomorrow today will have passed" your poetry has guided me to the corner of love and down the ally of heart break
This is so awesome, to stumble upon a year later. I hope you still draw strength from these poems and continue to be your best self. Keep on truckin' dude! :)
This is magical. I have a tattoo of what this poem represents to me. "the fool goes through life at the same time life goes through him" ... so simple... still gets me, every time.
I come back to listen to his words weekly because there is not a better way to get me motivated for how life is and what role I play simply out of being me. Everytime, I will find a piece that I've heard dozens of times before but it will connect and the clarity those words will have is stronger than any physical force.
Even though this was posted 4 years ago, I have this audio downloaded onto my computer and listen to it whenever possible. This is probably my favourite one of Shane’s poetry’s, it hits so close to me as a person. I have been into the Arcana/Tarot cards for many years now and I can’t stop thinking about this one. I believe Fool can be found in everyone if we look hard enough
The Fool loves completely. He stands with arms wide open, hoping to give away hugs for free. He does not consider this work, he believes this is necessary. Believes someone has to put a positive spin on the term "arms dealer". So he gives out hugs for free. He stands with arms open like invitations to a party. No need to rsvp, you are cordially invited here, right now. No need to disavow a need to be held. Weld your arms around his shoulders, glue your cheek to his chest, test his commitment if you must. The fool will never let you go, nor will he keep you forever. He will be yours until you say so. He doesn't know how to hold on. He's gone through the yes and no, the ebb and flow of tides that rush in only to run away. He doesn't stay long enough to see if the boomerang came back. He doesn't pack lightly. He will be first in line for the party of his demise but will surprise even d**h by leaving early. He was raised by a mountain, one that shed its snow like skin knowing that an avalanche can demonstrate the power of letting things go. The fool was brought up with no sense of direction. If it comes down to it he will fall up. He will rattle a cup looking for change, because he can't stand the sameness. He will dismiss the simple questions. Don't ask him how it's going. He doesn't want to tell you what's new. He is deaf to weather reports and blind to cute pictures or your dog cat or baby. He will, however, look at your fish. Don't question his methods. The fool doesn't know how to stop. But he is expected to understand in the instant his hand is like go he's expected to know that the tiny kindnesses, were just pretend. He's expected to transcend his own feelings and step aside to make way for the something better that so suddenly comes along. The justification plays in his mind like a theme song for a bad cereal. Silly creature, love is for humans. He smiles as his ears become garbage bins, filling with the throwaway advice that people always give, but never seem to take. His body becomes the lake into which others will throw the stone of his heart, hoping it will sink beyond rescue. Even in this he will glue his hands together and wish you, an unrelenting happiness. He will plant a kiss upon each open wound where love left him to bleed. Each kiss a seed blooming into a reaf that he will rest upon the headstone of the grave, where he stands in solitude to pay respect to whatever this was. He will do this because that's what he does His love does not end. He will bend it back to the beginning, wrapping the finish line around your waist like a belt, just so you can feel what he felt when he held you. When he knew nothing of ownership. When he refused to slip chains around you because he knew then, as again he knows now, how obedience is only beautiful when it is given. He will be the nail driven into the coffin of your doubt. He will tell you the truth about this race you've been running. The only finish line is d**h, and whether hurried, whether slow and steady, ready or unwilling, one day you must win. One day, you will be the mountain that lets go of its snow. You will show tree branches how to wave goodbye to their leaves. You will be the single string of the tapestry that weaves its way out of the design. Your finish line is running towards you, so smile and trust that we, all of us, will arrive at the same destiny. For now, you are the inventor of your history. So be creative, live like the world around you is your workshop, swap out the parts that don't work for the ones that do. Build through the hurt. There will be hurt. There will be disappointment and guilt. There will be monuments built for the sole purpose of celebrating all of the awful that must exist simply to give us beautiful contrast. The fool will walk past all of it. He will split atoms with his heels as if each new step forward reveals a tiny chaos left tumbling in his wake. He will break himself open and offer up his trust, knowing it is the only gift worth giving, that the hardest part of living, is watching what others will do with it. That there are though who would split it in two juust to make him feel what they feel.
May i download this? i just want it for my own entertainment offline, i don't plan to reupload, i just don't want to lose this beautiful poetry, because due to the whole copyright issue these days on youtube and it being abused, i don't want this video to be taken down and lost.
+Haisu Husky I feel you, I do. Like, I love this song, and the main one got taken down...that said, Shane's one dude, you could probably purchase the album "Silence is a song I know all the words to" or just this song, if you don't like anything else from it.
I find it do strange... I agree with what this poem is saying. I love the message and can see its truth in my life. But im not the fool. I cant help be so distrustful and cynical.
My favorite Koyczan poem in existence. Thank you for keeping this up all these years. If I don't listen to this once a week I lose my center ♡
I've rewatched this a couple hundred times now :'-)
I've read easily a hundred stories of people who you helped in comment sections of your poetry and I know mines not unique and you'll probably never see it, but thank you. In 7th grade I was shown "to this day" as part of a poetry unit. That night I watched at least a dozen times. It got me through a middle school career of being bullied. I found "the crickets have arthritis" in 9th grade while my dad was hospitalized dying of cancer. You got me through what I now think was my first depressive episode this fall (10th grade), because "if today is as bad as it gets, by tomorrow today will have passed" your poetry has guided me to the corner of love and down the ally of heart break
This is so awesome, to stumble upon a year later. I hope you still draw strength from these poems and continue to be your best self. Keep on truckin' dude! :)
Just to let you know I've read it and you are loved!! ❤️
I am erternaly grateful for the teacher who showed my class. "To this day" and opened the door for me to find shane koycznas poems.
This is magical. I have a tattoo of what this poem represents to me. "the fool goes through life at the same time life goes through him" ... so simple... still gets me, every time.
I'm astounded this is the only vid up with this amazing poem
I come back to listen to his words weekly because there is not a better way to get me motivated for how life is and what role I play simply out of being me. Everytime, I will find a piece that I've heard dozens of times before but it will connect and the clarity those words will have is stronger than any physical force.
Even though this was posted 4 years ago, I have this audio downloaded onto my computer and listen to it whenever possible. This is probably my favourite one of Shane’s poetry’s, it hits so close to me as a person. I have been into the Arcana/Tarot cards for many years now and I can’t stop thinking about this one. I believe Fool can be found in everyone if we look hard enough
this has become my favorite poem and the video is beautiful. ive watched it a good 10-20 times today.
Just found this in an old playlist I made in high school. Damn, didn't remember it being quite like this
I absolutely love this poem and your b roll is absolutely amazing
As a fool, 01/04/84, I sincerely feel as though "Tarot" is an accurate description of my life to this point.
Amen
This was quite inspirational. Thankyou for sharing x
The Fool loves completely.
He stands with arms wide open, hoping to give away hugs for free.
He does not consider this work, he believes this is necessary.
Believes someone has to put a positive spin on the term "arms dealer".
So he gives out hugs for free.
He stands with arms open like invitations to a party.
No need to rsvp, you are cordially invited here, right now.
No need to disavow a need to be held.
Weld your arms around his shoulders, glue your cheek to his chest, test his commitment if you must.
The fool will never let you go, nor will he keep you forever.
He will be yours until you say so.
He doesn't know how to hold on.
He's gone through the yes and no, the ebb and flow of tides that rush in only to run away.
He doesn't stay long enough to see if the boomerang came back.
He doesn't pack lightly.
He will be first in line for the party of his demise but will surprise even d**h by leaving early.
He was raised by a mountain, one that shed its snow like skin knowing that an avalanche can demonstrate the power of letting things go.
The fool was brought up with no sense of direction.
If it comes down to it he will fall up.
He will rattle a cup looking for change, because he can't stand the sameness.
He will dismiss the simple questions.
Don't ask him how it's going.
He doesn't want to tell you what's new.
He is deaf to weather reports and blind to cute pictures or your dog cat or baby.
He will, however, look at your fish.
Don't question his methods.
The fool doesn't know how to stop.
But he is expected to understand in the instant his hand is like go he's expected to know that the tiny kindnesses, were just pretend.
He's expected to transcend his own feelings and step aside to make way for the something better that so suddenly comes along.
The justification plays in his mind like a theme song for a bad cereal.
Silly creature,
love is for humans.
He smiles as his ears become garbage bins, filling with the throwaway advice that people always give, but never seem to take.
His body becomes the lake into which others will throw the stone of his heart, hoping it will sink beyond rescue.
Even in this he will glue his hands together and wish you, an unrelenting happiness.
He will plant a kiss upon each open wound where love left him to bleed.
Each kiss a seed blooming into a reaf that he will rest upon the headstone of the grave, where he stands in solitude to pay respect to whatever this was.
He will do this because that's what he does
His love does not end.
He will bend it back to the beginning, wrapping the finish line around your waist like a belt, just so you can feel what he felt when he held you.
When he knew nothing of ownership.
When he refused to slip chains around you because he knew then, as again he knows now, how obedience is only beautiful when it is given.
He will be the nail driven into the coffin of your doubt.
He will tell you the truth about this race you've been running.
The only finish line is d**h, and whether hurried, whether slow and steady, ready or unwilling, one day you must win.
One day, you will be the mountain that lets go of its snow.
You will show tree branches how to wave goodbye to their leaves.
You will be the single string of the tapestry that weaves its way out of the design.
Your finish line is running towards you, so smile and trust that we, all of us, will arrive at the same destiny.
For now, you are the inventor of your history.
So be creative, live like the world around you is your workshop, swap out the parts that don't work for the ones that do.
Build through the hurt.
There will be hurt.
There will be disappointment and guilt.
There will be monuments built for the sole purpose of celebrating all of the awful that must exist simply to give us beautiful contrast.
The fool will walk past all of it.
He will split atoms with his heels as if each new step forward reveals a tiny chaos left tumbling in his wake.
He will break himself open and offer up his trust, knowing it is the only gift worth giving, that the hardest part of living, is watching what others will do with it.
That there are though who would split it in two juust to make him feel what they feel.
beautiful shots omg
Beautiful film
i love this. thank you
These videos cover hard things but the voice is soothing somehow
The strongest person in the world is the one who can care and care and care, no matter how many times they are hurt for it.
ive been looking to listen to this, thank you so much for uploading. This describes me so accurately and makes me feel so good. :D
This guy's amazing
amazing
Anyone else feel Fable vibes from the background music in the first minute
This poem speaks about myself.
This is really beautifully done! What camera did you use?
Nikon D3200 with the 18-55mm and 70-200mm lenses :)
Wise
Do I see SLC?
May i download this? i just want it for my own entertainment offline, i don't plan to reupload, i just don't want to lose this beautiful poetry, because due to the whole copyright issue these days on youtube and it being abused, i don't want this video to be taken down and lost.
+Haisu Husky I feel you, I do. Like, I love this song, and the main one got taken down...that said, Shane's one dude, you could probably purchase the album "Silence is a song I know all the words to" or just this song, if you don't like anything else from it.
ZeonTwilight But sadly i have no money yet, and have yet to understand how to make online purchases as i've never made one.
+Haisu Husky (Shltposting intensifies) no problem love go for it
Jordan Taylor Thank you so much, i just wanted to ask first.
This video is amazing I wanna hang out with you
The backstory of the aquarius
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THIS SHIT HIT
I find it do strange... I agree with what this poem is saying. I love the message and can see its truth in my life. But im not the fool. I cant help be so distrustful and cynical.
Ah, The Fool encounters The Hermit.
I want to be beat friends with these people also Where is this shot taken at 2:29 ??
SLC library, UT
@@jadetaylor9437 thank u :)
*best
Hey, what song is used under his voice?
Wow I am the Fool
Sugar not straight
I am the Fool
Silly creature..... love is for humans.
Silly creature love is for humans.