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We are like bread.
Bread has three irreversible modes:
dough, bread, and toast.
many things in life, if not
everything in life
have many different forms.
we are all in the different stages of bread
and yet
we criticise and judge ourselves
for moving and changing
and needing a new environment.
The suitable storage for dough
differs vastly to the suitable storage
for bread
and yet
we do not mock it
but facilitate it.
We could learn a thing or two
from bread.
I was thinking about the concept of toast while making croutons from stale bread today. It both baffled me and made me laugh a bit when I realized how heavily we judge ourselves for not being in the 'right' place. Whether that's not being where we want to be, where we thought we would be, or where we are. The thing we can learn from bread is that the right time will come around eventually- time just takes time. I'm not usually one for light-hearted or comical poetry but I hope this can make one person smile to themselves!
[1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 0 and repeat]

We
fit toge
ther seamlessly
like the numbers on
a digital alarm clock,
moving without hesi
tation, from one figure to
the next, a movement of time transi
tioning,  unsettling, unnotica

bly building on and constructing ourselves
within the construction of time
itself. We are the only
static constant, the on
ly reliable source:
time keeps moving
forward, and
so will
we —
Last night, when I couldn't fall asleep, I was staring at the numbers on my alarm clock, and I saw the numbers change. The numbers go past so frequently but it's only when we're paying attention that we see them. Yet they move and change whether we are watching them or not. We all do the same.  We are all still moving forward in our own ways beyond the scrutiny of others. This thought of inevitable movement and passing of time provided me with enough of a sense of security to fall asleep. I hope it offers you a similar peace.
Drab 7d
it still thinks it is an urban legend
From before, now and in the future…
..it looks for a place to land.
…..then takes the time to  make you feel good.
.and then
.nothing
For now.

#it approaches from the south
Notes - Scary, dumb or, real ******* longshot,

******?
Stephen Knox Sep 8
When traveling by foot, across a distance of land.
You come across special people, that will always give you a hand.

Out on the road, no matter how you feel.
Finding other people, that always keep it real.

Remembering other times, being down here before.
Leonardo, Alan, Yeshua and more.

Knowing of all they knew, isn’t as easy as that.
It’s more you feel how they felt, at the time which they were at

If I can see through your eyes, then you can look through me.
Seeing we are the same, stretched out through eternity.

The changes that are coming, are not without any loss.
We guides are put in place, to get new ideas across

Open up your heart, while looking to the sun.
Filling up with light, knowing we are but one.
A trained martial artist knows how to move
because that is the way he's able to groove.
He often turns quickly and looks all around
then at times jumps or leaps off the ground.
Balanced and ready to show one his skill
by these movements he is able to thrill.
You can easily get captivated by his speed
which seems so very impressive indeed.
A swift block, ****** or kick he deploys
all the measures of self defense employs.
It's amazing what a disciplined life can do
as both the body and mind will benefit too.
_____
Written in the 2nd half of 2020.
Bekah Halle May 14
If my thoughts can lead
To depression,
And from our thoughts, we speak,
I revolt against my thoughts;
I have become my joy!
My heart fills, and
I am full of love,
My posture lifts,
I am full of hope,
My movement quickens,
I see opportunities, and
I will become my joy.
I am joy!
Man May 2
So much to say, which means so little;
So little to say, what that means much.
These ends we face, often,
Come on fast and taper out just as such.
What that remains: naught but thought.
Loose and multiplicitous as strands,
Hair of the artist's brush,
Colors as the richest palette -
Bold & bright, deep & dark
Man Mar 5
If it were mine-
I think of the past, time
Unpauses, and I'm brought back.
I'd never have;
Factors weigh too heavily, those
Strings that keep me attached.
Choose to come back.
Waters fall, the stream cascades
Flowing into itself
Over & over again
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