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Moments Of Truthlessness. {poetry}

Truth, honesty, and transparency are the forgotten words of an ancient language in a culture hidden by obscurity. Today we say things like 'Truth is relative', 'We received misinformation', and 'We couldn’t reveal the truth for your protection' to utter falseties and avoid responsibility.

happiness

How Meditating On My Death Changed My Life.

I kept seeing my life from a backwards perspective, one of being at the end of my days and looking at the line of my life. Was it of value? Was I of value? Did the people I love know that I loved them? Did I spend enough time with them, showing them that love? Did I contribute anything to the ...

you & me

My Way To Peace: Doing The Work In The Present Moment.

The peace, my peace, has always been there, deep within me. All I ever needed to do was trust that little girl, the little girl who carried around way more than she could possibly handle. Peace? There is more than one way to get there.

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Eulogy To The Past. {poetry}

She is here now, waiting for you, to set you free from chains you have bound yourself with.

world

Rumi, Jake Sully, And A Starry, Starry Night.

Thinking of those no longer around, how I wish to speak with them now, standing on my balcony, the sun shining magnificently, so utterly lovely for winter. The birds share their songs, selflessly. The trees readying themselves with fresh buds and herbs starting to grow.

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Uncontrollable Change, Infinite Choices: Don’t Live Life On The Sidelines.

Some stay forever stuck in the pain of change. Moaning about the unfairness of it all. The tragedy. The horror. How the memory of heartache will forever be buried deep in the heart. Dark, damp, cold sadness.

poetry

Let Us Dance, Naked. {poetry}

Let the mad onlookers point and stare, for they wish they were us, encumbered and enlightened, by this strange yet glorious existence, of human, spirit soul-speaking, ultimate.

art

The End… Of The Beginning.

And when I had expelled all of my prejudices, my disdain and my failures, I then sat up and heaved forth every needle pinch to skin and each bleed of my heart. When I opened my mouth, with head held back, as that of a woman, crazed, I wailed and then let out my breath and fell back, destroyed.

art

The Beauty Of The Darkness Of Light.

My lamplight may dim from time to time, yet is never out, and you must be wondering by now what the actual point of this article is. I must admit, I truly have no idea, seriously, but you are still reading, and my duty as a writer is to come up with something intelligent-sounding. So this is ...

you & me

The Extraordinary Fire Of Being Alive.

There are women who eat stars for breakfast. They stay awake, or don’t sleep at all, simply because there is no use when life is consistently panoramic and kaleidoscopic, and it’s like Fellini’s in the other room never yelling Cut, and maybe John Waters pulled the wool over your eyes because ...

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