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Clouds blanket the sky.
The wind toussles beneath them
and splashes my face.
Burning Bridges
Why does one burn bridges?
A tactful retreat might include warding off pursuers
But in a quarrel among friends
Why burn the bridge?
Time may turn enemy to friend in the end
So why would you break instead of bend
A tender heart rendered difficult to tend
Defended by barbs, but unable to mend

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This poem came to me in a conflict with a friend, and for me highlighted how important it is to keep the long-term view in mind no matter how activated we are or how immediate and urgent the conflict may seem. No interaction happens in a vacuum, and every situation can be thought of as part of an infinite game that we will likely return to at some point in time.
When keeping the fullness of the view, our actions and words will better align with a skillful and centered approach. We may even come to the conclusion that in most circumstances, life is not about winning or losing, but about playing the most beautiful game.
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 Mar 9 Vishal Pant
simmer
Lord
As I’m washed clean by your blood
Please wash my ways as well
Reside within me
Belittle my desires
Let
Your
Love
Encapture my whole being
Leave no room for worldly interests  
I humbly beg O God
Please
 Mar 9 Vishal Pant
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when did the sun set
I can't remember what light felt
like
this utter darkness is cold
The river runs deep.
Eyelets open as ice melts;
Blue irises edge clear water.
Her patience is thin -
Signs warn of narrow trails.
Upstream, the dam employs her
Six million kilowatt strength.
A steamship boiler
(Riveted, overbuilt steel)
Lies wrecked, a trophy
On display in snow-glitter.
Mankind must tread lightly.
Happy international women's day
The pressure to create constantly
makes those creations feel disposable
I want to shake your spirit
I want to rattle your demons
I want to get you caught out in the rain
I want to pinch your scars
So you can feel how numb they are
I want to bring your growing pains
And massage them out again
I want to be the storm before the calm
I want to set off every alarm
I want to make you want to run away
I want to be what makes you choose to stay
I want you anyway
Any **** way
when you said
nothing matters
I didn’t know
you
meant me too.
Whenever the Moon
Like a Rose blushes
I fall in love with you
Again and again
Morning to midnight petals
Moonlit wave within wave
Candle sigh within sigh

Reynaldo Casison
I love you.
Such simple words anyone can say
I love dogs, I love the rain, I love you.
What I crave no, yearn for is much more than that.
I want obsession.
I want you to look for me in everyone you meet
Compare them to me only to realize they aren't me.
When you see me I want your heart to beat so loud even I can hear it
My scent so intoxicating for you it's your own personal drug
For just a simple glance I give you urges you to fall to your knees and worship the ground I walk on.
For I am your god, There is nothing else but me.
When I am not around there feels like a part of you is missing.
You spend your nights tossing and turning thinking of me.
Do anything and everything for me.
Create for me just as much as you would destroy for me.
Give me a madman's love.
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