Monthly Archives: September 2018

It Starts With One

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It starts with one mind.

It starts with one heart.

To become love

And let go of anger.

And there the one shares with

Another.

Let go of judgements of strangers.

Then the two become the four

And exponentially

We let go.

Embrace anew

As love recognizes hate

No more.

Alter the tide.

What becomes reality for one

Becomes the reality

For

The Sum.

….

Let not your eyes deceive you

As you look in the mirror.

The blood that we shed

Is no other color

But red.

*originally published January 2015 @choleintodiamonds*

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Securely Tied

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You have tied yourself

Securely

To the anger and hate of the

Past.

Proudly you stand

Wearing it like a badge of

Honor.

But,

If you look around you will see

You remain completely still.

Unchanged.

You must cut the chords.

It is the only way to fly.

Soar above and transcend.

Then you will realize

Peace and love are always in you.

Do not let these ideas of

Who you think you should be

Fix the parameters of you.

You are more than who you try to

Create.

You are infinite.

There are

No words

Or ideas

Which define

Your

Soul.

*originally published June 2015 @*cholintodiamonds*

Open

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I try to keep my eyes open

For every time

I close them

That

Cellular level ache begins.

The longing.

I know you are near me.

And you are so distracting.

Pulling. Twirling my heart

In an endless dance;

A rhythm of breaths and dreams.

1,2,3 steady.

1,2,3,4 up I go and where I land, if ever,

Is unbeknownst in this plane.

A realm we agreed upon in time and space prior;

Between souls.

Destiny.

In Between

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Some of those days were

Absolutely glorious.

And i do not wish to cloud such

Memories with my overthinking

Adult mind,

Just relish in my childhood recollections

Of crisp fall days

And running.

Running until my lungs burned

And i fell to the

Grass

Exuberantly

Exhausted.

Joyful without

Over analyzing

And immersed

In the innocence.

Oh my childhood friends,

What times were had by us

In our little realm of

Make believe;

Escaping our volatile realities together,

If only in moments, to carry us to the next.

The in between times.