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Metanoia Dec 2014
the full moon taunts me from above
like a frightened cop's flashlight
blinding, ready to pounce
"alone again, are you?" the moon scoffs
"yes," I reply
"by choice?"
"I'm a bit worn down, moon, to tell you the truth. I don't know if I'm capable of going out and pretending to be something I'm not anymore. I'd rather be by myself, honestly"
the moon pauses
and pauses some more
before it speaks
"then you shall become like me. viewed from another world, trapped in plain sight. although some find you beautiful, they'll never be able to touch you, to know you. I was once like you before I ended up here. it gets cold. enjoy being in the light of others. you don't need to be anything you're not. I sometimes wish I was the sun but there are things we can't become"
Metanoia Dec 2014
despite everything
here we are
with a beautiful opportunity
to change what we don't like
about ourselves
sometimes we dwell
on what's been lost
we pass by
like shadowy dusk
unnoticed
but despite it all
we stumble forth
growing growing
growing
Metanoia Dec 2014
the universe will provide you with
everything imaginable
but not until your inner light
shines peacefully
do not hold grudges against
those who have yet to ascend
we are all on different levels
of the same ladder
rising
it is delusional to think we deserve
anything other than what we give
love will find you, I know it
but only when the mirror is
your friend
Metanoia Dec 2014
I bought two bags of groceries
and carried them to a tent-village
along a nearby creek
when I arrived I didn't see anyone
and calmly asked
"hello? anyone here?"
from the labyrinth, a response
"who is it?!"
nervously shouted
"just a neighbor. I walk by here sometimes and wanted to bring you some food."
a man emerged from the tarp jungle
imaciated, he approached and extended his hand
"hello, I'm Dave -- and this, hey you can come out, it's ok -- this is my little brother"
a kid no older than 20 exited his tent
wounds on his face
skinny as a lamp post
I introduced myself
they were thankful for the food
but didn't want to talk long
I wished them well and walked home
in the rain
and it rained all night
Metanoia Dec 2014
there is someone thinking of you when it's late and can't sleep
someone that sees eternity in your glowing eyes but has trouble expressing it
there is someone that remembers every interaction
envisioning you from afar
grateful for your gifts and flaws
on this physical plane
there is someone lonely
with you in their dreams
wishing for the moment
to share their love
for the light you embody
Metanoia Nov 2014
waiting,
the sun drops below the highway
under the petrol station
beneath the parking lot
the man next to me keeps scratching himself
making small talk
I oblige him
the moon hangs above the strip mall
over the hillside
by the light post
I think about my whole life
in these moments
then the bus comes
Metanoia Nov 2014
A wind roars with the sounds of night. Leaves swirl with the commotions of human movement. All the familiar maddening noise of sirens, horns, hammers infinity. Everything flashing. I sample conversations of people passing through. All of them going somewhere in lines beneath road lights. They speak in tongues and walk rushed in orange vapor with no stars above. I am still, taking delight as an observer to such modern chaos. Tangled between some shadows there is beauty all around, unnoticed by most. The fear spreaders laugh in their towers and their minions do as they're told, chained to a righteous notion. But we know better and new loves bloom in our eternal fields. The seeds we spread are those of understanding, knowing it starts here, together. We stand at the basement level of heaven, looking for a ladder to the stars while radiation leaks and smoke stacks rise. As the world shrinks our ideas grow like lights forming in the ether. Gender, race, origin of birth -- all meaningless for we are one! Connected to the same source, the same void. Once realized, our potential lives in limitless bliss with no end looming.
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