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The influx of emotions         and their ebb                       and flow swirl like a cyclone within me I stand upon the cliffs,                       hair blowing                                 mind rolling into nuances and languages existing beyond words  as each feeling whirls                          and melts into the other      until they rise like birds Around me,                       each one takes the stance                      of a miniature kite attached to my limbs pulling me this way                                  and that Yes, I know that our emotions  are as rivers,                    rushing through our banks            soaking the essence                                 of our beings               with fresh coolness and alternately, where it meets sea, brine in searing tears                   I know the stillness of my                own soul, placid as a                              rock in a typoon          yet sometimes           unable to shake off the heaviness of algae it can almost suffocate and to get through its             dank seaweed density           I shall just envision lightness in the aviary form               of hummingbirds or kingfishers…yes, even soaring eagles tugging on my heartstrings lifting me up and away into the proverbial clouds so I can just                 curl up          into fetal position and let myself be                       gently rocked                              until the storm                        blows over
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
The Lightness of Birds
The influx of emotions         and their ebb                       and flow swirl like a cyclone within me I stand upon the cliffs,                       hair blowing                                 mind rolling into nuances and languages existing beyond words  as each feeling whirls                          and melts into the other      until they rise like birds Around me,                       each one takes the stance                      of a miniature kite attached to my limbs pulling me this way                                  and that Yes, I know that our emotions  are as rivers,                    rushing through our banks            soaking the essence                                 of our beings               with fresh coolness and alternately, where it meets sea, brine in searing tears                   I know the stillness of my                own soul, placid as a                              rock in a typoon          yet sometimes           unable to shake off the heaviness of algae it can almost suffocate and to get through its             dank seaweed density           I shall just envision lightness in the aviary form               of hummingbirds or kingfishers…yes, even soaring eagles tugging on my heartstrings lifting me up and away into the proverbial clouds so I can just                 curl up          into fetal position and let myself be                       gently rocked                              until the storm                        blows over
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
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