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A red blaze of racing embers that sizzle
and lock onto all that is living and suck the life away
piece by loving piece
Until there is nothing left but ash.
Then, the wind
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Freedom rings loudly but underwater,
come to where it wet.
Feel the rushing beauty and hear the splashes of decisions
and your life.
Come to where it is wet.
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Open your eyes to the trees in the woods.
The woods are beautiful but each individual entity within that wood
comprise the unbelievable majesty.
That tree, that detail.
Without that detail, the world would be a scathe, brash place.
Without seeing that small thing, the world is empty.
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The puzzle pieces are constantly changing
We are constantly trying to fit pieces that have one tiny part that does not belong
Maybe it changes to the right piece when we are least expecting them to fit
When they fit, then what?
What happens next?
We will never be happy, never be free from our desires
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It is the caterpillar that climbs upon a welcoming branch
to sit and become one with the branch
but by becoming one, unseemingly destroys the branch.
The caterpillar does not know what it has done.
He believes it is the branch who has deserted him so he moves to the next.
1 comment:
It sounds like this might have been a time in your life where you were trying to decide where you were going. I liked it:)
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