Category: Poetry
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Personal Standards
When “life” reaches out and asks for your hand, you generously reach out and feel around for the connection. Upon making this connection, do you take a moment to question how it makes you feel? When “life” asks you for patience, you lovingly comply. Upon practicing patience, do you yearn to experience everything now? When…
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Heart Open Flow
General discomfort, symptoms of restlessness form. Allow the emotion, go inside it. Experience the fullness, acceptance and gentle freedom. Scattered, yet trudging through the desert with the weight of an elephant, is it possible to get to the other side? Weighted down, or nothing at all. Desperate to find the wherewithal. A paradox, when the…
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Expansion
Alas,a touch of resistance,resonates down to the very core of being. The withdraw of emotion,scathing beneath the currents. Concentrate. The tumultuous ground beneath,rumbling with an unwavering sense of knowing. The doubt that creeps into the minds’ eye,Watching, waiting.Will the window be opened? An overwhelming array of emotion,floods through the vessels,with every beat of the drum.…
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The Garden
Spoken words, while lively, are fumbled about with, met with a familiar understanding. An array of information exchanged, thoughts and ideas, floating about in the energy, expounding from the individual aura. As a white light encompasses those, we choose to direct our energy. Love abounding from source, is always interpreted from perspective. The consensus views…
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Consuming the Mind
Islands of hope in a sea of sorrow, trying to avoid those those that are hollow. Wanting the most, never to boast. Swinging time on the clock, wanting to walk down every block. I’m somebody to no one, but to the greatest I am a song un-sung. Floating away with an empty head, yearning to…
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Abating Breath
Her thoughts danced like an interpretation of anguish, salt-water emerging from the corners of her eyes. Departing from the calm of the open flame, she soaked in her demise. Abating breath, bracing for a new sense of normalcy, she sensed her flesh yearning to bring destruction. As each second of borrowed time passed, she focused on the…
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Remnants of My True Soul
There’s still remnants of my true soul, But an end to where this started. I have the toughest time with letting go, but man this life is marvelous. The soul will know, the mind can grow, reflection of your true self. There’s no weather you can’t weather, but knowledge is the real wealth. The hardest…
Rays Up! 