A day like any other

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Monday Meme:

Mold of a victim killed in the eruption of Vesuvius at Pompeii in 79 AD

(When they excavated the ruins of Pompeii, they found cavities that were formed by ash and rocks covering the victims.  Archeologists in 1848 poured plaster into the cavities, and revealed the victims’ forms.  Excavations of the ancient city have been ongoing in this area since 1600s).

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A day like any other, did my mortal coil unwind

Unraveling the impermanence, the folly of mankind

In permanence, my shadow, is all that remains

The screams of fear silenced, by the dark ashen rains

That enveloped my body and freed me from source

In the eruption of creation, that time continues to indorse

The three-dimensional form, nothing more than a veil

Of humanities powerless hold, over the physical detail

There’re a surplus of paddles, in the place called shit creek…

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Do you want to know how, you can make true love stay?

How to anchor it down, so it won’t drift away?

Well, first you must learn, how to hold you own gaze

Learn to live in the moment and not wish away days

Do not let your intentions, become meaningless words

Your integrity, the standards, by which you are heard

When life seems too much, there are lessons to learn

Have courage to look inwards and that way you’ll discern

That others may act without care, without thought

Yet within your own heart, you will always stand court

You are never lost or alone, in this strange human land

In another dimension, someone’s holding your hand

Some days you’ll feel sadness, but for whom do you cry?

If you keep looking behind, then the tears will not dry

Learn to trust and live life, without judgement or care

Know you’re meant to be happy, not to dwell in despair

Today is today, the past has taken its leave

The present, a gift, which only you can receive

You’re never a fool; you’re beautiful and unique

There’re a surplus of paddles, in the place called shit creek…

The Fettered Mind

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The inner doctrine, a curse

of life’s latitude.

Stumbling blind

amongst the obstacles.

Blocking nothing more

than free will.

The clear path, veiled

by the obstinate ego.

The resistance to rise

to new levels, for fear

of the depth of failure.

Freedom,

in opposition to thought,

unknown by the fettered mind

drunk on its own confusion,

Intoxicated,

by its longing for sobriety.

Burning Bridges

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The bridge burns fiercely

on a lifetime’s kindling.

(Love has skipped town)

Connections compromised.

Truths floating,

suspended in plain view.

Charred possibilities

still too close to the flames.

A powerful ego dances madly,

extinguishing living potential.

Smoke circles of options dissipate.

White light and love, attempting

to create new pathways

for momentary growth.

The final tear falls.

I turn, walking away.

My own bridge beckoning me.

Lies

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The shards of truth

shine light,

illuminating the fable,

embellished by time.

Multiple tales

of a self-created fiction,

that forces itself

on the facts, that the

conscious mind

seeks to hide from itself.

A hall of mirrors, protects

the heart’s dishonesty.

The irony of the projection

destroying self-worth,

as the layers grow deeper,

reflected only, by the

white purity of the lie.

Sleep

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Sleep, uninterrupted.

Owned solely by the dreamer.

Clear of thought…

of interference.

Producing vivid comfort;

a sense of belonging,

replenished.

Held safe.

Untouched dreams,

drift aimlessly.

Rested.

Awake.

Sleep, uninterrupted.