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admonishments
Negative mental admonishments
Repress the void
Sit in your bubble
Destroyed
My cradle has cracked and my lungs praise
To the sun that shines as I reach for it's rays
Grasping for permanence, for proof, for me
I dwindle between hell and some reality
Who I am is a question that presents no answer
Oh, you sweet boy...your
Oh, you sweet boy...your thoughts on the page make my heart ache for more honesty in this world. 'Who am I?' the question all yogis ponder and can never answer...it is the question of question of those who meditate. Our earthly names and faces, our personalities, are but a way to designate a lifetime as small as a single speck of dust in comparison to this universe. Nicely done.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
That's just cuz you haven't
That's just cuz you haven't realized that what you are is pure Love. Plain and simple. Embrace it, and let yourself shine. Liked the write Mardigan. :)
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