#oldways - Hello Poetry

Many small changes, you begin now to see. How convergence of time, gifts both you and so me. Date an event, one that you knew. shifted in time, by one day or by two. Each will experience, their chosen outcome. Through entropy, timelines collapsing their sum. The closer we get, more confusion will grow. Try to accept, all the changes that show. If starting to feel, the other times you were here. The more they attach, they will loosen your fear. Feel yourself doing things, not knowing why. Finding success, on the very first try. Don't put your focus on this hocus pocus, or get all caught up in this play. Use all the love that is shown from above, to brighten the Middle Way.

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Jun 12, 2025

Jun 12, 2025 at 4:19 PM UTC

stevegoldenfort

Convergences in Time

Many small changes, you begin now to see. How convergence of time, gifts both you and so me. Date an event, one that you knew. shifted in time, by one day or by two. Each will experience, their chosen outcome. Through entropy, timelines collapsing their sum. The closer we get, more confusion will grow. Try to accept, all the changes that show. If starting to feel, the other times you were here. The more they attach, they will loosen your fear. Feel yourself doing things, not knowing why. Finding success, on the very first try. Don't put your focus on this hocus pocus, or get all caught up in this play. Use all the love that is shown from above, to brighten the Middle Way.

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There are old ways that we have forgotten, sacred to our ancestors generations ago. Far before men named Jesus Christ Muhammad and Confucius, our ancestors knew the ways to live as enduring and resilient as the seasons. Songs and rites, gods as ancient as the deep green forest, and stories of the rise and fall of great men: Chieftains, farmers, warriors, musicians whose songs echoed over young world. The world was harsh then, as cold as the towering bedrock of the mountains. We gave thanks for what we had, both to the gods and to ourselves. The choice was to live strong, work hard or die like a wounded animal. The world was fair in the days of old, our cares cleansed through sweat and blood, and in the crushing weight of the labor of survival we found peace. Today, our peace is lost. We have nations, such foreign things, a group of people enslaved by custom. The green forest has become the fireplace of a world too gray, the unforgiving mountains mere pebbles beneath our trembling, dying feet. Though our lives are calm our minds are shattered, the breezes of indifference blowing away the forgotten ways of old.

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Oct 22, 2018

Oct 22, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC

CelticRei

The Old Ways

There are old ways that we have forgotten, sacred to our ancestors generations ago. Far before men named Jesus Christ Muhammad and Confucius, our ancestors knew the ways to live as enduring and resilient as the seasons. Songs and rites, gods as ancient as the deep green forest, and stories of the rise and fall of great men: Chieftains, farmers, warriors, musicians whose songs echoed over young world. The world was harsh then, as cold as the towering bedrock of the mountains. We gave thanks for what we had, both to the gods and to ourselves. The choice was to live strong, work hard or die like a wounded animal. The world was fair in the days of old, our cares cleansed through sweat and blood, and in the crushing weight of the labor of survival we found peace. Today, our peace is lost. We have nations, such foreign things, a group of people enslaved by custom. The green forest has become the fireplace of a world too gray, the unforgiving mountains mere pebbles beneath our trembling, dying feet. Though our lives are calm our minds are shattered, the breezes of indifference blowing away the forgotten ways of old.

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it's back. i'm back to my old ways. i'm back into not loving myself. i'm back into hating how i look. i'm back into not understanding why i'm here. i'm back into the old me. i don't wanna be, but i am. welcome.

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Mar 27, 2018

Mar 27, 2018 at 8:21 PM UTC

alexa_

back.

it's back. i'm back to my old ways. i'm back into not loving myself. i'm back into hating how i look. i'm back into not understanding why i'm here. i'm back into the old me. i don't wanna be, but i am. welcome.

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