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

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.