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On my way. In My Art. In Love's Expression of Me. And in My Expression of Love. My hope is to Reawaken the Love already Within Us, to Light the Way and Be in the Art of Us.
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This Little grief (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThis feeling hidden under me, Does it see me clearly? This feeling I know but still don't know seems to quite often follow me. This feeling where words don't meet, Some seem to call it grief. It follows me and makes me bleed This little grief, Seems quite deep. It carries me when I am low And reassures me when I don't know. This little grief, Inside of me Can be blinding from the inside, you see. Yet from the outside I may s
Walls and Limits (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWhen the walls shrink a little too close to me And freedom's enemy has chopped up my wings to bleed, I choose to be humble over sad, Though sadness sits there, cosy and neat. Having had no idea where my limit was— And me being nosy, I pushed relentlessly Until on hitting a c r a c k— where All the pieces that had been chopped off into different rooms intermingled and became fused. Then all the walls came crashing down and th
Rueful at heart (opens the original)
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My heart is weeping through frozen glass,As frozen echoes chew up the past It needs a soft landing more than before, A steady force to stopThe bracings forced, My heart is in waiting for a softer landing—A protection that won’t exit at the sight of unease Or could be shaken by a troublesome freeze,But rides through storms further into peace,further into ease, further into me. My heart needs and its needs must breatheThrough the wind of today; andThe suns of tomorrow.My heart needs and that’s oka
Kneeling (opens the original)
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When something comes closerTo the place I feel aloneThe place where soldiers guard my doorThey're vexed when they don't get to roarMaybe I forgot to tell them it was okay—To let this one slide awayThey feel they've failed — the agreement felt clearThe energy of defeat is remembered, dearThat vow was never meant to last all timeI can't and won't stay locked inside.So, I'm trying to convince them it's okayThey don't have to work so hard to stayThey don't believe me — what I know, they think I'm br
Opening me (opens the original)
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I need gentle skiesThat know no timeSilver moonsThat glide off spoonWarm little daisiesThat speak in songForgiving worriesTo carry onI need brown clayThat makes its wayMeeting rootsIn soothing spaceMosaics of greenHeld open by treesAs I look upThe light comes throughWalking my dreamsFrom me to youI need windsThat speakSoftly to skinWith no constrictionNo aim to dimI need steady groundNo hole in feelingWhere one can stayWithout runnin
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