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Quest or journey?
One has an end in mind, which?
I wonder?

A step, a line to cross; who laid this line?
In my mind, I imagine I am several,
if not many,
opposing mental-

beings, persons, suggests a bird, there...

can you, no, you can't.
I am here, and you are there, and neither of us matters.

At the moment you next notice me, all I knew
of Beckett was sorted and stacked, so
hap hazardly that any thought may seep through the
softening cellular barriers,

holding,my idea of me as more than one thing, being
in contention for
contentment, with godliness {undefined}

how odd. No lie is of the truth; but known lies live
institutelary as gods,
mental constructs, ala church or synagogue or pedagogue

of your choice.
Sort.
---- breakaway narrative thread, said soto voce, golf shot caller voice,

Poli-yesterday, say we gone gno no mo no mo no mo hit

--- did you finish the line, must have
here am I, jack of all trades, you paid attention, at the mention of my
name,
the euphemism of vastest worth, or you know jack.

Gnosticsnotso impossibly true as a true player in the balance
of in for by, all manner of pre set positions,
adding weight where weight is wanting,
lifting lightly where denser matter
crushes hope of ever finding love {undefined}
the game of the gods-spirit-winds-whatevers

give and take that makes this world of mere words
flow
through and through, over and under, one way or another.

Here,
join me, it's 2020, I live on the westside of a granite wave,
a reflective wave,
I think, the crest is seven thousand feet, and past that, there
is Borego, and a trail heading east, across the land
in the rain shadow of the Pacific Crest.

This is the rest that remained, after the shamed man's journey
from the east.

West is west, keep going.

Peeping birds, and curious dogs in the distance, neither obtrusive,
but then the dog goes silent,
and the peeping voice could irritate if I were to allow... allow
by whose authority,
do i allow this peeping, ah, I see, it is the squirrel, squeek
no peep.

It will cease if I whistle like a hawk, but
today, that would be lying to the little rodent whose kits
are as cute as any cat on Facebook, but only

when the peep
stops... and the I'll go on, rythm, I'll go on

be yonder when the role is called, say I,
I am here,
waiting with the rest that remain from Eden,
back in the day.
If  I could share the state of being being manifest in my west most thoughts,
i think I would do it like this; sitting on my porch, I' d wish you happen to notice how easy life is now, in the bubble I have my being in, with you.
we
adore
the
joy
of
others
that
you
forgot
Ours.
The love effect

Open your arms
And with no fear
Give that person a hug
And tell them you appreciate them
Even if they don't reciprocate
Weaken the cement in your self made wall
Breakdown your stubborn barriers

Love breads love
That person somehow, somewhere deep down
Will feel a little joy from your gesture
They might manifest this joy
And give that same gesture to someone else
And thus it continues
Love spreads love

Your love may not be returned
from the one to which you gave
But the giving of unconditional love
will attract love back to you in ways
you won't believe
Overcome the awkwardness
Overcome the fear of rejection
And give out love

So go ahead
Tell that person that you love them or appreciate them
or you're grateful for them,
or all three
and more......
And wait as the ripple effect takes place
And waves of love will eventually be returned to you.

Love is magic
It breaks down barriers
It heals scars and wounds
It can end all feuds
You can be a part of this today

Open your arms
And with no fear
Give that person a hug.....
Yesterday I weighed myself.⁣⁣⁣
On a scale.⁣⁣⁣
And had a huge breakdown.⁣⁣⁣
And hated the number.⁣⁣⁣
And hated myself.⁣⁣⁣
⁣⁣⁣
But after thinking about it,⁣⁣⁣
After crying about it,⁣⁣⁣
After having 18843765345 thoughts about what to do about it,⁣⁣⁣
I did nothing.⁣⁣⁣
It’s ‘just’ a number.⁣⁣⁣
⁣⁣⁣
How is the amount of times I made someone smile, ⁣⁣⁣
Measured in that number?⁣⁣⁣
⁣⁣⁣
How is the love I’ve been giving,⁣⁣⁣
Measured in that number?⁣⁣⁣
⁣⁣⁣
How are my memories, ⁣⁣⁣
travels, ⁣⁣⁣
personality, ⁣⁣⁣
friends, ⁣⁣⁣
life, ⁣⁣⁣
WORTH,⁣⁣⁣
f*cking dependant on a number?⁣⁣⁣
⁣⁣⁣
It’s simply not.⁣⁣⁣
⁣⁣⁣
I weigh hope, ⁣⁣⁣
I weigh determination and ⁣⁣⁣
I weigh the fights I didn’t give in.⁣⁣⁣
⁣⁣⁣
I weigh the risk of the unknown,⁣⁣⁣
I weight the times I rose up when I thought I couldn’t,⁣⁣⁣
I weigh stories and kisses and adventures.⁣⁣⁣
⁣⁣⁣
I weigh the colours of the sunset and the dreams of the sunrise,⁣⁣⁣
I weight the sound of the rain and the smell of the earth, ⁣⁣⁣
I weigh the million pens I’ve used to write my story.⁣⁣⁣
⁣⁣⁣
And all that ***** heavy.⁣⁣⁣
⁣⁣⁣
I weigh so much more than I ever have,⁣⁣⁣
And I couldn’t care less about my weight.⁣⁣⁣
Because I weigh me, and that’s never too much and always enough.⁣⁣⁣
⁣⁣⁣
Yesterday I weighed myself.⁣⁣⁣
On a scale.⁣⁣⁣
And I realised ⁣⁣⁣
There will never be a scale that can weigh me.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
Written by: Maria
Haven't posted any poems in a while, but today I chanced upon this lovely poem which I believe would resonate with many of you too. Often we end up hating ourselves and getting depressed for many reasons- maybe because we think we are not good enough; maybe because we have set too high expectations for ourselves; maybe it is because we feel that we do not look as good as others or as skinny as others. Here is a reminder, and an encouragement for all of you out there who need this: You are NOT defined by your weigh; you are NOT defined by what others think of you; you are NOT defined by the challenges you face or your "failures". Everyone makes mistakes; everyone is special is their own way; no one if perfect and the most important thing is for us to take a deep breath and reflect: to realise that everyone is different and that we are unique in our own way and therefore we should love ourselves with our whole heart for who we are; to embrace our "flaws" and instead learn to love these aspects of ourselves as they are the things that make us special. How can you life be defined by a small mistake you made; a criticism you received from someone; or even just a simple number on the scale? How plausible is it for you to hate yourself and want to change yourself just because of that? Your life is precious. Our live are worth more than these minute things-- if ony we would take the time to pause; to reflect; and to see the beauty in life- and most importantly-your own beauty. Love yourself ♡

Have a great day everyone :)
Joy
Searching through the comments
Wandering through the photos
Maybe in the compliments
Or perhaps in the responses?

Where is this joy
My heart so longs for?
Why does it deplete
Ever so often?

But I know of everlasting joy;
Not found in the comments,
Nor in the responses or comps
But in the never changing Father,
The I AM that I AM.
Spit out thunder,
Fortress of emotions,
Buried deep under

With every beat that drops,
Pounding in my heart,
Dancing with me

Moonlight drives, crimson
Red painted sky,
I sense drama everywhere
Draws me to the truth

And when Nature,
Holds your hand
And says, darling
The founder is you,
This is your race
Rishawn 5d
my skin welcomes a forgotten itch
the grass is softer than I remember
Ripe with morning dew and yet I bath in the summer sun
Look up to see my happiness
in the form of tom, **** and harry
friends to the core as we laugh and we smile
it has truly been a while
I take a moment and leave the group
as I contemplate why i'm happy at this time
Its because I am away
I am unplugged
I am off the grid
I am free of stress
I am at the mercy of my friends
and I am weightless
Behold the Man upon His steed
Who comes to comfort those in need…
Yea, in The Deep of fear and death
Where sons of Asaph hold their breath

He fashions rivers from The Sea
And sees the leaves of ev’ry tree…
Yea, even now, from Hollow Ground
New life is springing all around

.
manas 6d
What colour is sky?
The sky is blue.
The colour of morning,
and its delightful hue.
Fantastic forests with delightful due-
add a jewel to this cronet of hue.

What colour is sky?
The sky is pink.
The colour of twilight,
and its alluring wink.
A tinge of joy hides in the skies-
like dreams living in a maiden's Eyes.


What colour is sky?
The sky is dark.
The colour of night,
and moon's cry of lark.
Here lurk secrets never said or told,
and persist emotions, eternally unconsoled.
What color is your sky......let me know
"I have a name and it’s Jaylen Foster
I am two weeks old.
But the size of my big feet
Will foretell my future:
big things to come

I am the third generation of Fosters
What the world need now is love sweet love
It is the new normal, the beginning of a bad ending
Social distancing, mask trending, and facetime,

My new world..  Six feet apart, no options
Only restriction: for them or for me??
The truth for our futuristic endeavors is to
Wear a mask, or stay at home..

I saw the smile, on her face, her laughter is contagious  
The joy of being a grandmother, pretty Joy for Paula
Proud moments for my father and mother..
a new beginning for a grandfather: David

Love and happiness for a two weeks old me
And distance kisses for cousin: Annie
Annie said the meaning of my name is Joy

My grandmother's voice says nothing can surprise her.
My grandmothers’ voice, says wisdom,
My grandmother’s laughter is genuine,
When it comes to me.. Jaylen Foster
Keep the pictures coming?
Meant keeping Joy alive
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