A word is a
life lived,
in liberation,
in freedom,
in honesty.
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truth
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An Invite
The pages turn,
The lessons learned.
Yesterday’s story,
In shadows blurred.Here and now,
A sacred vow.
No echoes of the past,
Only blessings cast.A dance in time,
A rhythm sublime.
Journey to the start,
A compassionate heart.From fractures deep,
New love will seep.
The universe’s art,
Love notes to impart.Whispers below,
Stars’ radiant glow.
Dreams turned real,
Wishes heal.To give is to gain,
A life’s gentle rain.
Gifts we bestow,
A river’s flow.A cycle spins,
Where life begins.
Endings and new,
Horizons in view.Life’s tender touch,
Curiosity as such.
Questions arise,
Truth in our eyes.Vibrations thrum,
Curiosity hum.
A dance of creation,
Life’s grand narration.Meaning or delight,
In the heart’s light.
Faith’s gentle grace,
Lessons we embrace.A journey’s quest,
In choices blessed.
Each path we tread,
A truth ahead.Invisible strings,
Connected beings.
A world anew,
Love pure and true.Beyond the pane,
Open hearts gain.
No need for disguise,
Inviting, open skies.Home’s embrace,
Love’s gentle grace.
A welcome bright,
In shared light.Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
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A Religion Without God?
Lost in the ligature
between letters of the word,
riding the waves
of the cursive line.Writing is liberation.
Reading is freedom.
Truth is honesty.Stories are home.
A live word lived
honestly as truth,
simply within the blood flow
of the letters cursive veins.
A word is a
life lived,
in liberation,
in freedom,
in honesty.Trading paint colors with the leaves,
stories and folktales with the branches.With time,
the print of the word is stronger,
and is engraved in our will.
Or it is washed away,
and pentimento is pargeted.We die when
we’re forgotten.Calendar create, ritual and elevation.
Community and art,
fragile and vulnerable.
The ordinary is remarkable.
Words repeat.Amen
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What Is Peace?
Peace is love in silence.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
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Love And Truth
Love reveals the truth
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Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
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A Live Word
Writing is liberation.
Reading is freedom.
Truth is honesty.Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
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I Hear Your Voice
I hear your voice,
I see your impressions,
Around for thousands of years.The older you are,
The less individual freedom
You allow.As time passes,
More freedom is bought,
By collective few.You dim your light,
You work to buy
Ignorance as truth.Don’t you worry,
You do what you want,
What you want.The only truth to follow,
Is the one in our own darkness
That shines.The seed grows in darkness
Travels the path
Towards light.It stands tall,
Shines bright,
Gives more than it takes.Allows freedoms of all
As a natural life
Worth living.Some get rewarded
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Brave Insanity
You need to know both sides,
They call me the observatory king.
When you walk in light,
You walk with your shadow.I came from everywhere,
I lived everything,
I have truth for every doubt,
My mirror will direct this show.Look on my work.
I am sin.
I am desire.
I am passion.
I am innocence.
I am inspiration.
I am a god whom people are scared to look at.Yesterday
Today
TomorrowA brave insanity
Is the beginning,
And I am
Without an end.Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.
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There is More
There is more than the grounds we stand on,
That hold us.There is more than these words we speak,
That gather us.There is more than this time we got,
That preserves us.There is more than those thoughts we have,
That enlighten us.There is more than a heart we romance,
That touches us.There is more than navigating genes we inherit,
That guide us.There is more than
Flesh, breath and blood.There is more than
We know.There is more than
You and me.There is more than
A physical connection.There is only one truthful line we know,
One truthful page we feelThere is more than…
It’s called
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