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Poem - Absentia #5

Absent of sight
I push the last
images away – move
through false realities,
scattered light dissipates
and in the hands I
believe to be mine,
my fragments rest.

Being

Ponyboy Curtis, Nausea, and Storm Clouds - Or Being Trapped in the Paradox

Sometimes when I’m sitting outside, and nature’s gold slips behind the clouds, there comes a sudden hush. No bird songs wrap the air. No frogs croak. 536 more words

Being

Suicide Note

Mistake this
for a suicide note.
Mistake me
for a patient in your asylum;
you would have made it so much easier
to forget the pages I have written… 212 more words

Poetry

Beyond the Body. A Journey of Fulfillment: Day 36

Why would I choose to limit my Self? To limit my reality? All of reality is mine, and mine to give! In giving and sharing, my joy increases, expanding my Love, expanding Life! 576 more words

Being

My Skin.

I’m not a graceful person, I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks. 76 more words

Attentive eating - The Yoga of Eating

How often do you actually pay attention to the food you eat? I’m not referring to the attention given when choosing what to eat, but the attention given to your food when you eat. 845 more words

Being

Unique or Perfect?

Someone special ever told me this quote;

Being unique is better than being perfect.

What is it about? What is it suppose to be? Well, every person have their own individual explanations.

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