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Gravity Isn’t an Action!!!!! You said,!! “Don’t mistake my actions.” So I stopped watching what you do and began studying what you are. You are the moon—quiet, distant, exact. No noise. No effort.You don’t chase, you don’t explain.You simply exist. And I am the sea—made of motion. Not because I want to move, but because something in me cannot remain still ,when you are above me. You think tides are reactions.They are not. They are consequences of gravity.Gravity is not intention.It does not ask permission. It does not mean to pull—it just does. You never touched me.Not once. Yet every night my levels change because you are there. High tide is not drama.Low tide is not distance.Both are honest responses to the same presence. You remain calm,circular, complete. I remain confused—rising, falling, breaking against shores -that were never meant to hold this much water. Sometimes I overflow.Sometimes I retreat. Sometimes I harm the shore, sometimes I erode myself. But tell me— how do you blame water for behaving like water!!!!!??? You say, “It’s just the way I am.”Exactly. And that is the strongest force here. Because existence creates impact without effort. The moon does not chase the sea, yet the sea rearranges itself every day around her position.Is it my mistake that my chemistry reacts to your mass? Is it your fault that you were born luminous? And maybe that is what science would call gravity—an invisible force, constant and true, shaping worlds without meaning to, just as you shape me without effort or awareness. Poetry will call it love. I don’t know which word hurts less. You want clarity, but I give poetry instead. Clarity is negligible truth to poetry. You are literal,I am metaphor All I know is—you are simple,and I am not. You are calm,and I am deep.You are constant,and I am learning how to survive your constancy. Maybe the sea learns stillness, not to stop wanting the moon, but to hold that wanting without breaking itself.So don’t be afraid. I am not mistaking your actions—I am staying with what your presence awakens in me.I am understanding your existence, and how it continues to move me. I don’t know what to call it. Maybe it’s you living inside me,or maybe it’s me finally finding myself in you. All I know is— like the tides that rise each night, there is a lifting in me caused by an invisible force. I cannot see it,but I can sense it!!!!          Work from :                        -To Her Who Already Knows !
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Jan 2, 2026 at 10:01 AM UTC
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Confessions from Gravity!!
Gravity Isn’t an Action!!!!! You said,!! “Don’t mistake my actions.” So I stopped watching what you do and began studying what you are. You are the moon—quiet, distant, exact. No noise. No effort.You don’t chase, you don’t explain.You simply exist. And I am the sea—made of motion. Not because I want to move, but because something in me cannot remain still ,when you are above me. You think tides are reactions.They are not. They are consequences of gravity.Gravity is not intention.It does not ask permission. It does not mean to pull—it just does. You never touched me.Not once. Yet every night my levels change because you are there. High tide is not drama.Low tide is not distance.Both are honest responses to the same presence. You remain calm,circular, complete. I remain confused—rising, falling, breaking against shores -that were never meant to hold this much water. Sometimes I overflow.Sometimes I retreat. Sometimes I harm the shore, sometimes I erode myself. But tell me— how do you blame water for behaving like water!!!!!??? You say, “It’s just the way I am.”Exactly. And that is the strongest force here. Because existence creates impact without effort. The moon does not chase the sea, yet the sea rearranges itself every day around her position.Is it my mistake that my chemistry reacts to your mass? Is it your fault that you were born luminous? And maybe that is what science would call gravity—an invisible force, constant and true, shaping worlds without meaning to, just as you shape me without effort or awareness. Poetry will call it love. I don’t know which word hurts less. You want clarity, but I give poetry instead. Clarity is negligible truth to poetry. You are literal,I am metaphor All I know is—you are simple,and I am not. You are calm,and I am deep.You are constant,and I am learning how to survive your constancy. Maybe the sea learns stillness, not to stop wanting the moon, but to hold that wanting without breaking itself.So don’t be afraid. I am not mistaking your actions—I am staying with what your presence awakens in me.I am understanding your existence, and how it continues to move me. I don’t know what to call it. Maybe it’s you living inside me,or maybe it’s me finally finding myself in you. All I know is— like the tides that rise each night, there is a lifting in me caused by an invisible force. I cannot see it,but I can sense it!!!!          Work from :                        -To Her Who Already Knows !
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