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to grow freely. like the flowers.
it is ok to let go of anger to quietly forgive those who hurt you in the past this is a gift - for you. not for them. to step out of resentment to release yourself from the shackles of disappointment to be alive inside your skin, again. to grow freely. like the flowers. rising up to the sunlight stretching out tall feeling hope flood in. remembering what it feels like to move smoothly, exist in the world without the burden of pain riding your shoulders to be weightless. in the best way. go on. fly free. it is ok.
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bleeding heart
a heart that does not bleed
is not stronger than one that does -
it is simply dead already.
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stillness
You are the stillness beneath the mental noise.
~Eckhart Tolle
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sunrise, sunset
each day the sun rises, the sun sets
the world turns to create this illusion
your day may be my night
my calm, descending orb may be
your burning, rising fireball
all the while, the ground we stand solid on
is actually spinning relentlessly under us
whatever you “see” is perception driven
beauty and sadness
tragedy and joy
heartache and elation
all of these things shift forms
based on what the angle is
my lens is different than yours
yours is not the same as
his and hers and theirs
even common details
become blurry, ultimately
arguing absolutes and opinions, equally pointless
spend more time accepting
try harder to be aware and awake
be ready to receive whatever
put your energy into love
open your heart and mind
prepare to view from a different angle
try to avoid shame and judgement
see and feel and embrace all you can
expand and let in as much light as possible
before the last revolution completes
and the shutter closes forever.
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Darkness, Light… and Human Development
I have the gift of being able to capture my son’s life, and his essence, in images – already I look back through them and marvel at what happens when passion, love, skill, and an observing heart & mind come together. I can see his life unfolding and see his different personality traits emerge as I look through this growing archive. It blows my heart and mind.
Talk about bittersweet. Can’t stop, won’t stop.
Braden, Age 7, September 2014 By the time I recognize this moment this moment will be gone, but I will bend the light, pretending that it somehow lingered on.
~John Mayer, Clarity*****
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She Emanates Serenity
there is a pulse to all things
waiting for us to connect with it,
to feel it vibrate throughout;
some souls can inherently focus to
identify with this never-ending rhythm;
one must be stoic, centered,
like an egyptian goddess
who breathes in light
and emanates serenity.model: Leslie Flinger
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so it comes and so it goes.
today, i unexpectedly found something of yours lying in the depths of my heart;
i wanted to hold it, to turn it in my hands, feeling the shape of our abandoned dreams in all of its angles.
i thought i might bring it close to my face, breathe deeply, and be reminded of your scent… maybe close my eyes and somehow see yours once more.might you even feel me across these tortured years, gently probing in some synaptic way?
i held my breath and reached out… it crumbled like cold ash from a long gone fire the moment my fingers tenderly grazed it, drifting away, mercifully, on the winds of change.i cannot recall the sound of your laughter.
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quantum heart murmurs
a few yesterdays ago
in the hours between the deepest of night
and the rising warmth of the sun,
when i was feeling how heavy
the weight of forgetting is,
i wrote you a letter.it holds all of the secrets
i wanted you to know about my heart,
and the way that you left things
like the scattering of leaves
after a storm that never
showed up on anyone’s radar.it tells the story of how many nights
i held your shape in the dark with my soul,
waiting,
and the way that i could make my breath
actually say your name even when i held it.i wrote about the way that the moon
reminds me of the shiniest part inside of me
that you found and then stole
but that somehow still lights my way home
when i feel alone.when i was done with the damp pages,
i folded it into a tiny, star-shaped heart
and carefully postmarked it
to a future you, who may or may not
someday care.
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