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 Apr 2021 Joe Quaale
Ryan
Mister Sun
 Apr 2021 Joe Quaale
Ryan
Hello Mister Sun
It's been twelve hours since I've seen you
I haven't slept since then
But it's good to know
Someone will always be there for me
I gazed into the mirror and viewed the Universe.

For once, I didn’t ask for anything and said, “What can I do to serve You?”

The peculiar mirror was making me feel like I could change the stars…

The Universe replied, “I love you”.

I felt warm in the midst of galaxies.

“Is this what love does? It makes you feel powerful as if you were capable of anything?” I asked.

The Universe pleaded, “You are the daylight as well as the night; the darkness you fight is within you. You are not separate from anything. I am you, and I said I love you because you, yourself, are love.”

“Well, I miss you, and I love you too,” I replied.

So the Universe said warmly, “Then come back to me, to you.”

“...Home”, I whispered.

Penny Black ©
 Apr 2021 Joe Quaale
Perry
Sometimes,

Runny mascara is needed
To clean off your face
Define your own tears
And they'll never go to waste
 Apr 2021 Joe Quaale
Ash
Beauty, i've realized, is not confined to one singular moment
Nor one singular place.
Not one precious moment in time but perhaps a web of them.
It's intrinsic to nature.
Confounded through and possibly limited by the dullness of people.
We need too much.
We desire emptily.
We set definitions leaving little space for the outlier.
But beauty, in its purest form, is the outlier--a great composition of them.
For what we set our eyes forth to blatantly, routinely, and  mundanely is often the most beautiful, masked by our innate desire for novelty.
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