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Manx Feb 13
In the "loneliness",
I find connection.
In the "boredom",
I find fulfillment.
In the "silence",
I find serenity.

Why aren't you at peace?
Immortality Feb 10
Sunset kisses,
the ocean’s skin.
Orange light cradles,
in the waves' arms.
And the sky’s darkness,
finds a home,
in the ocean's heart.
Wish to see it someday, in reality....
In this life, I have had my struggles—
Mankind’s abuse, intolerance, wars, and corruption.
And no different were the personal aspects:
love, home, happiness—
All fleeting, no peace, within or external.

Then, I found you.

At first, I sought tranquility
An ear to bend, a friendship perhaps.
Yet, you needed serenity, a peace within.
So, it was I who lent the ear, the shoulder, the words of understanding.

In this endeavor, I saw in you a trampled blossom—
Damaged, bent, a bit broken, but not a loss.
You just needed someone, anyone, to care,
To show you the light through the dark.

So, I listened, I nurtured,
Shown light, provided warmth,
Fed you, and caressed the soil with tears,
Until you felt whole again.

To be clear, I didn’t fix you;
I didn’t mold you.
You were whole, you were full of worth.
I only let you see what I see in you.

In turn, you saw me, as I saw you—
Someone discarded on the refuse of life.
Imparted, nay, reciprocated, the kindness you had received,
Knowing that I, like you, lay scarred and injured, but not a loss.

Tranquility and Serenity
Words often interchanged,
But both have meanings that aren’t quite the same.
For one is peace in your surroundings, and the other is peace from within.

You cannot seek one
Without discovering and embracing the other.
Two sides of the same coin, like Yin and Yang,
Always seeking balance.

You guided me,
Lighting my way through the darkest moments.
I held steadfast, unwavering—the rock you needed,
A new foundation to build upon.

I confess this truth to you,
As you have given both, reciprocal,
As I have given unto you.

Time will tell.
This story has not ended.
It is still being written—
A journey to destinations unknown.

And all because,
I FOUND YOU.
I see too often these words used where it should be one versus the other.
And then I reflected upon my own relationship.
I struggle, as do most.  I seek the balance, the peace, both inner and external.

Tao as an augmentation to my Catholic upbringing allows me to seek the peace I desire.  Nothing is right, nothing is wrong; search all permutations, and where there is balance, there is peace, where there is peace, there is truth.
Immortality Jan 28
I stand alone, amidst the green meadow,
Grass embraces softly in its glow.
On the left, a cozy home,
where warmth and peace freely roam.

Blue sky,
shaping clouds with grace,
birds dancing in wind,
a lively chase.

Eyes closed,
the sun kisses my soul,
Eyes open,
I leave that heaven whole.

I write, unseen by all,
to know my truth,
I find myself in every word I choose.
:)
Kundai N Jan 21
I just wanna sit quietly on the terrace alone,
And slowly scribble the peace that has come,
As silent as the moon on my evening ride home,
As calm as a rock that's been washed ashore.
Immortality Jan 9
Snow blankets the earth,
Shivers of frost kiss the air,
Calmness wraps the soul.
Winter reminds me of the beauty found in silence, like Frozen Elsa maybe....
However, I still can't enjoy it fully because my fingers swell during this season..... :(
Lidia Jan 2
Set aside your fight ,
Forget about your might,
Can you see the fading light ?
Nothing now appears bright.
Yes,     you are right !
Everything's out of sight.
So, Please keep quiet ;
Kindly go to bed, Good night.
Kaitlyn Johnson Dec 2024
The day was done and the windows slid open; almost on their own.
As if they needed no more convincing other than a familiar nudge in the side.
I could hear the clouds sighing in relief after their week-long downpour.
I sighed along with them.
Oh, how exhausted we all are.
May 12th 2023
Oh golden hues
of soft sunlight
you bathe the world
and cast away night

Warming earth
and bark, and leaf
stealing cold
liken to a thief

Would it be that my life
could be spent
in this moment
Words written whilst wild camping in Scotland and waking with the dawn.
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