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Nylee 1d
A heart adrift in the fields of pain, I wander, restlessness as my guide.
Each face tells a story I long to mend, yet my hands feel useless and desperate, tied.
Empathy flows, a river deep, but real solutions feel out of reach.
Their suffering echoes, my own heart weeps, a foolish savior on a lonely beach.

Yet in this shared despair, a flicker might ignite,

A hand outstretched, a voice in the endless night.

Snow is melting beneath my feet,

You and I, unnecessarily meet.
Maybe it adds up, the things we wish to ignore
And we see it set in all at once
The worst case scenario happens
and I knew it from the get go
I felt relief rushing in
That I didn't die as it happened
Like I can still breathe in
and find ways to sort the issue
It multiplies, the level of the next thing to come
I cannot believe how much this human
Is made to see in one lifetime
The limits to be taken further
One panic to other, one escalation to another
All it adds up to high blood pressure
And one day I will completely disappear
Without a care and no thought to spare.
Nylee 6d
Nothing is personal
It's just your ego
dramatically making it seem
the trash is all over you.
Nylee Jan 16
This world of illusion
I walk like an alien
It feels a lot foreign
For nothing adds up.
Movement is free
but heavily charged,
I see paradoxes
in everything that's been said,
Nothing is completely true.
In relative world
We uphold the burden
Of being false
From other point of view,
I don't doubt
You don't agree with me
that's fine, is it?
  Jan 16 Nylee
Nat Lipstadt
~For Lila and the others~

there exists
a subset of us,
those who
for whatever reason
do not write,
but “just” repost
other’s work

Above see the word
Just
emboldened
for this selfless task
is justice inherent

For this act of bringing others
to our over constrained attention is an
action of justice,
or more profoundly
doing away with
injustice  of
our human limitations

We could spend days entire
pursuing the works of others,
but life and the extraordinary demands
of writing anew, when the spirit is upon us,
are oft unable to spot, isolate, and
highlight
capture
the best of the rest,
and bless those
who reorient our eyes
away from our own bounded rivulets,
to the tried and truly,  away from
habitual familial familiar good stuff,
but bring us revelations of gems,
caught within the mass maskings of missives that grows hourly, exponentially to
out attention,
to reorient
our attention,
to their filtered selections

Let us say in unison then
a blessing of gratitude
to The Reposters:
*Blessed are You, Adonai our God, Ruler of the Universe, who has granted us life, sustained us, to give thanks to those who enable others, to reach us this season
Nylee Jan 8
Sometimes I think I run too fast
Sometimes I pause for too long
The frequency of heart beat varies
but it is the right one at the time
The graph goes up and down
My brain goes round and round
It's twisted but a straight line
Many doubts but faith underlined
The universe is a deep inhale and inside
Pass through the flower valleys of soul
The feeling of complete and whole.
  Jan 7 Nylee
mike
Early on I knew we were not suitable
But still I grasped for every moment with you
Water for a thirsty desert traveler

I followed you on a journey that went nowhere
For only to walk with you

Parallel lines never touch
But they never leave each other, either
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