Human Nature
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Soft Arms
I hold this fear in soft arms and let her be. She is a dear traveller. She knows this village well. Peace, dear friend. We shall sit and we shall be, without wishing to change one another. Continue reading
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Withering
A rose. Think of it. How like a rose we are. Beginning as seed, gently, a bud. How we open, slowly, never seeing our petals born; never guessing when, at last, the last will fall. And when we wither, wrinkle… Continue reading
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One Small Me
If I am not her, that good and lovely girl in a box, who am I? Now that this body is alive with the energy of all of life, who am I? I believe this, but I believe the opposite… Continue reading
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Words Are Not BIG Enough
The room glowed orange. And LOVE. A wooden carving of the word sat against the wall in my room, opposite my meditation cushion, on top of a painting of my favourite tree (the letters light up if I really want… Continue reading
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Just A Game
Is it worth these precious breaths? This fight, this blame, this game? Is it really so important? People die (people who are loved) and still we take for granted life. And we fight, and we blame in this game. It’s… Continue reading
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The Wolf
When the moon is full they will remember: the wolf howls into the shining night. And so do they. Continue reading
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War
I ache for it all. It is a war. It is a world wide war announcing the differing languages of intolerance. Continue reading
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Darling Day 26. Desire
There is no place for darling in desire. The sweet perfection of you must die to know the wild ecstasy of me. Cross the bridges of my body with your wandering lust and I will meet you in the air.… Continue reading
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How To Achieve Peace
I tend to think that the root of all war starts with the individual. More specifically, the constant fights (and wholehearted agreements) we have—umm, with ourselves— about how good or bad, or right or wrong we are in relation to… Continue reading
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