It feels like what? noticing more?

The corner edge that speaks for your dignity makes sense. I shifted to the L angle of the wall and saw the broken window of my home, with the faulty sealants and cements of crass and betrayal that looked completely shattered and broken from the window. The dust made sense to me while cleaning up the mess. I didn't feel bad about taking off the entire remaining waste that fell on the same platform slab of that window. Does it all make sense to me? The lower bud of my eyes that fell on the enigmatic colors of yellow and pink of the flowers cheering in the garden across my window filled my blind spot with some left meaning and maybe covered the hindsight around me as well, that covered the soft glowing rays of the sun on the wall and an unsettled little candle. So my blind spots were covering my awareness regarding all these areas. I don't wish to carry the same old structures, especially the ones that are used for one’s benefit without considering the emotions of others. Did my space pull any of the uninvited attention and intentions? But if the attention is pulled, is that my fault? And what about the intentions? How can I be responsible for someone else's intentions? Oh, will I bear the fruits of their good actions? Let my leaf letters carry this. I can move to the next then. ©shivpoetesspriya

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