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a poem for the bearers of weights
No, you are not alone,In watching the world burn into pieces of shared shattering fragments,Call it…
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a poem for old change
Patterns they form, Like whispers and streams, We find ourselves back in places unseen, Hiding ourselves…
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Choices
Full of choices, Some for growth, rest, stagnation, What fuels, our fires? Our strives for perfection? Or self improvement? …
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Twirling with the earth
Grand rising sun, moon, earth Twirling, constantly, always moving Until it finds you, For it is…
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Giving space to the father wound
You will be gone one day Lost in time to this world’s tides Floating ashes like…
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Words from Travels in India
One teaspoon in nutella jar To flash forward and we are on a flight to Goa,…
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Today I will feel
Today I will feel Today I will feel all of my emotions The pain, the jealousy,…
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Overstimulated
Overstimulation is like an engine that got revved too high, It’s taking in the wrong fuel…