The Art of Being is a contemplative collection of poetry rooted in presence, perception, and the quiet revelations of ordinary life. These poems dwell in moments often overlooked: weather passing through trees, silence shared in community, light meeting shadow, the sacred hidden within the everyday.
Rather than striving to conquer darkness or escape uncertainty, this collection explores the fragile grace of simply existing within the world as it is. Here, stillness is not emptiness. Attention becomes its own form of meaning. The ordinary becomes luminous when truly seen.
These poems are not declarations. They are moments of noticing.
The Collection 🍃🧘♀️🕊️
Latest moments of being
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firefly
A dying light becomes one final gift of wonder in firefly, a tender meditation on mortality, childhood, and the hope that something beautiful may arise before we disappear.
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jersey hound
A black GT car heads toward Ocean Grove carrying more than passengers. Filled with Jersey references, rock mythology, and personal arrival, “jersey hound” celebrates finally finding home where music, memory, and identity collide.
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The Burning Tree
A Tatarian maple fills a narrow fenced backyard at sunset, its red winged seeds glowing among dense green leaves. Historic neighboring homes appear beyond the weathered wooden fence. The Tittu signature, TRL emblem, and tristanrobertlange.com appear along the bottom.
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sporegasm
A mycelial transmission electrifies the mind, penetrates the cranium, and erupts into an obscene effusion of creativity and altered perception.
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high time
A warm summer breeze, a spark, and a slow inhale become a quiet meditation on presence. This minimalist haiku captures an ordinary moment and lets it linger without asking the reader what it should mean.
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samba mamba
Square psychedelic artwork showing a person dancing confidently through a neon-soaked city street at night. A giant black mamba coils around glowing signs reading “Mamba Samba” and “Kiss Me Mama!” while purple, pink, and blue reflections swirl across the pavement. The dancer wears round glasses, an open black floral silk shirt, black pants, and heels.…
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final call
Some conversations do not end with victory, defeat, or understanding. They simply reach their final note and dissolve into the night’s symphony.
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August 14, 1996
A kid wants to see a concert. A working dad can’t afford tickets, but he finds another way. A nostalgic poem about ingenuity, gratitude, Ferris wheels, and one unforgettable summer night above Hershey Park.
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hoist(ed)
A dream drifts through chocolate seas, caramel winds, wolfmen, mothers, and marshmallow shores. Part whimsy, part absurdity, and perhaps hiding a few secrets for Phans willing to follow the current.
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Cream, Chocolate, and Cherries
A surreal stroll through clouds, candy skies, Terrapin Station, and Grateful Dead echoes. Part tribute, part daydream, part bowl of Cherry Garcia…a whimsical reminder that sometimes heaven is simply a good song and a sweet moment.
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