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When Leaving Is Your Next Best Step – For sanity’s sake
I called, no response, I textedno response, I came to your door and knocked,no response. Three days later I found out you had died — on the insideWhen you sent me that note,I cannotfollowed by three dots. It was for me to discover that you could no longerlove me for...
Whenever You Feel the Urge to Rise – Call my number
I felt nothingI saw it coming — my happiness was no match for your depressivenessYou won. I exhausted myselftrying to get your there, sharing tools that worked for me — MeditationAppreciationCreation — acknowledging the spirituality of our being.But there was no...
Why Is Suffering Part of the Human Experience? – Uncommon poetic form — a Mondo
Oh great sufferingPain within and pain withoutTell me why did I come here? To sift and to sortAnd add to the expansionMaking All That Is be more · · · © I. Trudie PalmerOne Love
Call Me Whatever Names You Like
I care about how I feel — more than any battle to winor any truths to reveal. More than argumentsand contestsand being found right;More than shoutingand cryingand creating a fight. My alignment is the one thing that I treasure — so call me a loser,call me a failure....
Let There Be Light
Fill me with thy light and let me shine forthLet me be that form of energy, not matter — my photons charged. Plugged into thy eternal magnetic fieldLet neither prisms,isms nor schisms separate usLet not my angle of reflectionchange direction from thy lovemy SourceMy...
What Happens After the Sunflowers Bloom?
I walked through the rows of sunflowers in my garden. Each plant was in bloom and there were five or six different types so that we had a kaleidoscope of colour for the eyes to enjoy, well, and the bees and butterflies too. I was pleased but not as satisfied as I...
An Old Soul With Stories to Tell
Pure and innocentlike washed volcanic sand on a tropical beachNo sigh of indentationOr human footprints — ideations.Just like the newness of early salt-sprayed mornings—full of promise. I see your old soul in a young shellConstantly enthralled by the secrets you...
It Is Not Just Four Simple Words
How was your dayAsked with a smileAll dimpled cheekedAnd twinkling eyes. My jaws drop openIn awe and shockThose words so simpleHit the right spot. My former lifeHeld little moreThan narcissistsAnd fools galore. Who never thoughtIt nice to askWith kind words howMy day...
Waiting on Updates, Please Do Not Shut Down Your Computer
Many moons have passed since I have been roused out of bed at the witching hour to meditate and share some nugget of wisdom (— tongue in cheek) that was given to me. This being the second consecutive morning I got roused, with the first one seeing me resisting and...