life’s steady trickle

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there’s almost nothing that can’t be dissolved

by life’s steady trickle

as it falls over the illusions

we create for ourselves

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a stiff body indicates a stiff soul

cold finders indicate a need to bring one self together

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we’ve always been working with an iffy landscape,
of treacherous peaks and temperamental valleys

nothing we build lasts for long

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it becomes easier to escape the noise when there is a lot of it

easier to find oneself when buried under a mountain of change and uncertainty

easier to fall off the cliffs and realize that our falls are not unsupported

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it takes strength to pull aside the drapes to let sunlight in

it takes strength to pull aside the habit from our faces to let divinity in

but we are awfully glad that we have

beautiful

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They say, age before beauty
and I feel I needed to attain a certain age before (the presence and value of) beauty become apparent to me,
in myself and others.

Beauty is an end in itself, if only for the reason that it is divinely inspired.

Aesthetic, mannerisms, balance,
flight of birds and symmetry of molecular structure,
they all point to this.

life (one)

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You know when you’re focused on something

and all of a sudden, you feel inexplicably
jerked
back to “life”?

It feels like you only just woke up from an unknown sleep.
And like some previously evasive truth has been made resoundingly clear.

And you feel grateful/sort of happy because the thing you
were so intently focused on,
can’t possibly be as important as LIFE.

And then you realize, you’ve been at this realization
before.

And then you wonder if you are meant to go in circles
or if you are simply not getting life.

And then you get called back to task.

Again.

Coming home

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The view outside is so clear now that we’ve cleaned the windows.

The silence this spare room offers at late hours despite the near-constant sound of tires gripping road, engines conbusting outside, is like the sanctuary of my consciousness despite the constant traffic in my mind.

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I feel like who we really are cannot be suppressed, even if the environment and circumstances change. Here I am, years later, sitting at the windowsill, writing in this journal and looking out, and in.

I think I’ll always find my windowsill no matter where I go.

May there be many more quiet nights like these.

humanity (one)

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people who blame us for the way that they feel
are the ones who need our help the most

and even though it is so, so difficult
when treated with contempt by said people,
to keep our emotions level
and to not balk, stagger, or cry

and to not let ourselves feel like absolute shit

we really need to try

because that’s the only way
to move humanity forward.

 

peace (one)

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All we look for, is peace

and that’s the one thing that doesn’t want to be found.

We work eight hours to feel ten minutes of accomplishment,
walk for miles to feel a few minutes of burn, before pain sets in

and then we pray thrice or five times, just to keep ourselves framed in a reality that could go up in the flames of fear and doubt, at any moment.

We oscillate between extremes, running into, making, or hiding away from the noise of life

taking a few moments we can find, on a bus, on a train, to try going to the place we all need to go but have forgotten how.

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Peace, I need a piece of you
to make me sweet and whole again.

Hopefully, you are enough to keep me going,
if I can find your source.

Are you doled out like medicine, only when I need you most

or can I be certain you’re abundant, like a river, fed by glaciers incomprehensible?

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We need to be soothed, anointed with a balm that cuts through the arthritic buildup of anxiety and despair

and gives us the relief that is found in few an abode.