f e e l i t a l l

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Softly,
Gently,
The wind offers secrets
In the form of a kiss
On the skin
In the middle of a storm
In the sky-
So I turn
And I dance,
Enthralled by the thunder,
Surrendering to truth
That falls in the form
Of rain coming down
To the earth,
To my bones,
To the tips of the stones-
So I sing
And I dive,
And I let myself burn.
I feel myself rive,
This is what it means
To be alive.

C L A R I T Y – m u s h r o o m m i n d

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The realm of clarity exists

where human law does not ,

where language does not ,

where logic does not;

Because feeling something

is altogether different than

merely knowing it.

Clarity comes in a flash of

l i g h t –

like lightening adorning the night sky with wild hues of silver and magenta…

demonstrating that truth can only be uncovered

not discovered.

And we are better when we’re healed

than we were without scars;

and life has always held the same meaning:

its secret kept hidden in the

s t a r s .

Not waiting.

Not seeking.

Just being.

Once you set eyes on it,

you cannot again go blind.

y o u

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You are poetry wrapped in skin,

on fire from within.

I am just a collection of

ghosts and sin,

steadfast in chagrin.

Through you I can peer into realms unseen.

I count the stars in your eyes

and the light makes everything

quiet.

Fire spreads too fast for water’s wave-

the world disappears

and you are the sun.

The sky falls into itself,

but your light remains-

And I am your reflection

hidden in the face of the moon.

Oh what truth,

what beauty lies in both of us!

In all of us!

Did you know it all along when you looked at me?

You have dug a hole in my wounds-

Released the poison and the fumes.

You made space there in the doom-

to plant seeds to grow

to heal,

to bloom.