In The Bubble

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Our world is so small
We care for no one else
Such a Narrow focus
As all about us fall

I know what my life means
There was never a doubt
A part of something more
I forget who I have been

To be a single drop of rain
Upon a flower or a child
To be a single smile
Soothing another’s pain

I was never more than this
Born to embrace not avoid
If just one understands
Then I gave the perfect kiss

Stoic.

 

 

 

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Movement

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Pass with sweetness
Being love and kindness
Leave no footprints
Upon hearts

Travel so lightly
Leave no foul trace
Being a light
In the dark

Pass with humility
Being grace and forgiveness
Leave no scars
Upon hearts

Stoic

Commonality

Commonality

A single flaw
Promises made
Mistakes made
Believed, over and over

For a lifetime
Forfeiting
One for another

There is no grace
When sacrifices made
Fail

Reflections in dark mirrors
Pasts holds no virtue
Steps fall in silent halls

No one knows anyone
Yet we try
Taking, always taking

When alone
We finally see
That we walk alone

Stoic

Till Death Do Us Part

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Ancient promises

A vow meant for one
From who we were
To who we become

Never meant to bind
Two to one
But for one alone to find

The whole is the sum
Of choices made
Forging what we become

Stoic

 

 

 

 

The Dead Spot

Walking Into The Abyss

Courtesy of: RiseEarth

There is a moment rarely found
Between hope and fear
Where silent eternity abounds
Unborn, limitless and clear
Where worlds and words fall away

This is where life is truly lived

Stepping from the edge of thought
The abyss greets one and all
From paths always fraught
To embrace the dead spot and fall
Awakening in the dream

With nowhere else to go

 

 

 

Into The Wasteland

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This desolate space
Devoid of all detail
I know what still may be
From which all come

Never empty
The potential lives here
All futures live here
As I walk through the valley

Often I pray upon the past
Blind to this moment
Where all creation lives
As a sun rises for the first time

Every breath a first
Fresh and new
Never before born
Never to be repeated

And I am borne upon first rays
The promise of a new day
As all falls away
In this life’s play

Stoic.

 

 

 

Finite Lines

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From here to there
Life seems
Beginnings to ends
Stitched seams

We were, and are
Then not
It always seems
Lives forgot

From one to another
We dream
For another’s hope
Life leans

Stoic