May be it’s a blessing
May be it’s a curse
To have never felt love’s warm embrace
To have never looked someone in the eye
And see what it means to be
Someone’s whole world
Their end and their beginning
May be I am just destined to be
The lone star in this vast universe
Fated to burn out until all that’s left me
Is the brilliance and light of a supernova
Perhaps someone will love me then, without sway
And see the beauty that was always within
In the fleeting moments before I fade away
The other perspective
Love Always,
R.
Loved this!
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Thank you, Mademoiselle! Much appreciated!
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Wow good one
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Powerful
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It wasn’t intended to be… Just a timid voice eager to to be heard.
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The sweet smell of humility
The timid voice roars like a lion
And ripples across creation
Powerful π
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Then it is true what they say… Courage roars. Thank you for your kind words.
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In my experience..courage moves the heavens
Moments of Divinity when we can shine and be what we truly are
Stewards of creation
Creators of all we see
Powerful
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There are times when I am uncertain of what you’ve said or what you truly intended for me to grasp… Yet I try. Your words move me, always so profound, always full of insight.
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Powerful
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This is alchemy
We are creating something
Exchanging subjective feels that you can’t really
Understand unless they are filtered through your own experience
Words are just placeholders
Answers are not obvious
Tension is what creates growth
So surround yourself with things that stretch you and challenge
What you think
That is the intent behind all my words
Listen to all
When I look into the void of me
These are the words and feelings waiting for me
I don’t understand them all myself
That is a wonderful mystery and gift
Sorry to engage so directly
Back to the abstract words of our heart
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βSilence is an ocean. Speech is a river. When the ocean is searching for you, donβt walk into the river. Listen to the ocean, and bring your talk to an end. Traditional words are just babbling in that presence, and babbling is a substitute for sight.β
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I am going to need a while to ponder over these words before I get back to you.
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No response needed. Thanks for stopping by and I really like your poetry.
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I would love to get back to you and I am certain that I will. I am just in the middle of a lot things a moment and lack the clarity I need. And I am honoured to have earned your respect. I would do the right thing and return your compliment, yet words are not enough (never will be) to sufficiently explain my feelings towards your work. It’s something that moves me and forces to me to think beyond the mundane routine of life. Your words transcend the confines of this worldly realm.
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This really moved me. Thank you!
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I write in the hopes that my words will mean something to someone…and that they find solace in them and I seek… so thank you for reading. π
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Thank YOU for sharing.
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You’ll always be welcome here! π
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Beautifully penned……
π
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Thank you! π
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You are welcomeπ
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Gorgeous
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Thank you Elizabeth π
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Now read John Keats’ “Bright Star”βand watch the movie by the same name. It’s gorgeous.
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Thank you for the suggestion. I’ll be sure to check them both out! π
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