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Jan 2015
When caught in questioning the validity of your thoughts and actions
that you need not to suffer over:

Let it be: as it is,
There is no past nor future in this.
Stick by your side
And feel the edge of the moment
Come to you.

What little a life you shall live
in submissive statures and spine-curled positions.
How large a world it can be
when you ask for what you need
and stretch through to the spaces before you.

How uncomfortable you must feel
with your mouth stitched tight
and your flushed, crushed knuckles,
resting under the weight of your body.
How luxurious shall you swoon
when ribbons flow from your hair
and bare feet glide over the dawn-dewed grass.

What powerlessness do you feel
when your voice is stolen
and words are said to be your thoughts
when coming from the lips of another.
How sturdy and turgid your reverberating voice booms
in the ears of plenty who can feel your Honest Tones.

Think not of those who shall drawn back from your truths,
But of those who are willing to exchange their own.
Stay strongly connected to your honest self.
Trade your true selves with those who do the same with you.
You may have spent times with those who may have wanted something else or more or different or not you from you, but the seconds of the present hold countless opportunities to make the connections your crave. Previous drained emotions and stolen love and words hidden behind your teeth can be eradicated, not from your past, but from your present. Accept it has happened and hold yourself to a new light. There are those who harbor a heart of gold. Search, show your own golden glow, and then share the edge of the moment *together*.
SamBee
Written by
SamBee  Amherst, MA
(Amherst, MA)   
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