Are we so different?

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Are we so different?

Does the river not cry as it stumbles and falls?

Is the flesh of rock not the same as mine only hardened by age?

Do your tears not join others and flow to the sea?

Your breathe, nourishment for another soul?

Your sweat damp like earth after rain?

Are we so different?

After all?

 

 

 

 

 

Waiting for The Light

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There are moments when everything is clear, crystal even. Then there is the waiting, the contemplation, the preparation for something that may erupt and cover everything with molten memories, the ashes of a life well-lived, cinders of unrequited love and the burning passion of future dreams.

Change

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Something happened. It was the inevitable grinding of the tectonic plates. The unfolding of a naked leaf into a perfect lotus pose. A bird song that cracked the silence. A kiss that vanished. A heart beat that stopped. There were words that never made it to the page and sighs unexpressed. There was the deepest indigo of my soul where the darkness of night was broken only by the silver crescent of the moon. Then sky so blue that I cried tears of joy. I held myself in the certainty that this moment would never last. Then I exhaled freedom.