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  Oct 2024 Traveler
eden schreave
In this life you can meet someone
and then unmeet them in the process of time.
There will be days you will long for their presence,
and days where you wished you never met them at all.

In those paradoxes of life, I have found much meaning.
That life is meant to be lived and that it meant to hurt.
We are truly alive when we feel certain emotion, every emotion.
Every ups and every down reminds us of living the life.

That life is pretty and at the same time messed up,
That there is beauty in sadness,
and there is danger in too much happiness.
nothing much in mind lately, but these thoughts circling back as I am reminded of how I only write when everything in me is falling apart.
  Oct 2024 Traveler
S R Mats
Yes, this is true of aging,
That as we get older
We become more of ourselves,
A refined reduction
Down to the essence
Of what it is that we are,
The true self like cream rising.
A sliver of optimism becomes a slice
And it is delicious in its simplicity.
  Oct 2024 Traveler
S R Mats
The Biblical heart
The complete inner person,
including one’s
desires,
thoughts,
disposition,
attitude,
capabilities,
motivations,
and goals.

The metaphorical heart
can be led astray,
down a path,
into harm,
leap,
be joyful
jump for joy
guide,
blacken,
Love.

Know your own heart
For out of it are
The sources of life,
Love,
Wisdom,
Integrity,
Health,
Envy,
Hate,
Your "fate."

Fate is not
something written
and unchangeable.  
It is the will,
the determining cause
like an arrow aimed taking a certain course.
That depends on the skill of the one aiming it.
Fate is in your hands,
not the universe.
It is not an unforeseen excuse for you to use.
Keeping things tight
letting the light out
a little at a time
but we all shine
don’t we?

And we all vibrate
we are a song on
some celestial soundtrack.

In trying to justify
the means to an end
I tend to prevaricate
bluster and obfuscate
and then
there is no answer.
  Oct 2024 Traveler
Julie
When the sigh breathes
Trickle deep grows
Space between
Silence grows

Colours the red of light
Hidden sleeps tight
Waken thunder
Beyond wonder

And, now
I travel
Alone
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