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Pandora's Box
When we ask questions we sometimes receive answers we did not want. That does not change their truth. It will, however, change our perspectives and our lives.
How can we live in this world - as it is - knowing that we only matter as a piece of a commercial machine? Where is our opportunity to leave behind the awfulness we unearth? There is none ( Read more... ) -
The Herbal Solution
We were meant to live with our food. We were meant to worship our bodies as temples. Instead we fill them with poison. We slather them with toxic substances because it is pretty or it smells good.
I fancy I catch a wiff of cancer as I walk by a group of women. It smells like wisteria and rubbing alcohol.
More than cancer is the death of ( Read more... ) -
Reality
What is real? Is it the perception of what is real? How real? By real, what is real? It wreaks all thought, consumes all emotive capability, to define.
Why the obsession. Would it be bad? To live in a dream - is that an awful proposition? Could it be a dream of a dream?
If we were a dream, who's dream are we? There always seems to be ( Read more... ) -
Prompt - Winter in Love
"We cannot fix this."
Ice to heart. Pierce the soul.
"It has been too long. I have found someone else. You need to move on, too."
Didn't he know? It was not him. It was not me. It was the love. It was always the love. How could he not see? Not know? How can you give love to one? To another? Then another?
"I am done."
There was never love ( Read more... ) -
Self
How to balance what we know we need to do with what we have to do.
Life is not more simple for technology-
made worse by every day.
Chained by wires more tightly -
than iron ever bound.
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In
Into the void we go. Silent. Alone. How to traipse. To dance. To sing.
Into the void we go.
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Into the Sunlight
We can smile or we can frown. There is not much else we can do. We are not truly the masters of our futures, but we are the instruments through which our intentions can create new paths. New trails.
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Escape
Escaping the reality I have made for myself has become easier and harder. There is the expectation, as a mother, that I must place the needs of my children above my own. But at the same time, knowing they are happy has become a part of my essential reality and self-esteem. I need to know I have not failed them. I need to know that they have ( Read more... ) -
Seasons
Change is strange. We all seek it. But where does it really start? Does it ever end? Is it indefinable or can we seek and locate barriers to its perimeter?
I have walked a rather tumultuous path the last decade of my life. I found the means to change what I felt needed to be changed by conquering my fear of the unknown. My fear of stepping ( Read more... ) -
Hopeful
Working is not a fickle thing. The pleasure in making something with our hands is not something to be reviled. Mercantile. Service. Industry. Real estate. Whatever it is we make of our time in order to contribute to economy and earn our supper, it is good. It is just. It is effort. If we are unhappy in our positions, we need only change ( Read more... )