Rock Bottom

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While sitting on the floor, grounded to the earth; I stare at the abundance of sky that is casting over me like an infinite blanket. I look at what appears to be nothing but darkness and very tiny specks of light. The moon illuminates the sky to what I discover to be stars.

Oh how I dream of you, you large mass of air and pressure and how your light shine through. Many love you and desire you. They name you after significant people and loved ones, and use you to guide their way to home, comfort and security. They desire you to light their night and make wishes of desires and hopes, to take them to a place unimaginable. You are a distant and near nocturnal treasure and I, only I can sit here and imagine if I can fathom such a desire to be like you shining stars only to believe that I am just like the earth I am grounded on. A rock with no destination to ever shine.

Self

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I can only stand in the silence and listen to the echoes of nostalgia on how great things once was. But even those memories are too distant to grasp. My memory will constantly diminish into the darkness as I continue to live in this hard, cold like chamber in life.

My heart is broken yet my spirit is still strong. The light reflected on me comes from within and I can see new beginnings, new possibilities and new ambitions to create a new life with more livable memories.

I can only stand in the silence and wonder, “If the life of our youth, new and old, can stand to fight and see another day, why can I? Why can’t I?

Grains

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While we are out living our lives and fighting to be in a place where we belong and can be free, let us not forget the ones, that lives in our spaces that could use our love, our ears and voices. People need you and they do not know how to express that. People need your patience, love, understanding and your touch of reassurance. They need your resilience and radiance, and light. That little presence that you can provide for someone can save their life.

I am, Home.

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My body, my mind, my spirit are all forms of what I like to call home. It is my comfort, my temple, my place to escape. It is my chamber for peace and growth and obstacles. Because this space is so sacred, I must take good care of it, I must protect it and everything that I choose to have inside. I only get one home and I only get over vessel to hold the greatest thing in my life. I must give it love and time and maintenance, I must give it substance, vitality, and strength. I must give it vigor and tenderness. Because I have a long time here, and I want it to cover me with grace and kindness.

Becoming Ocean

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Great civilizations, standing grand and tall.

High above the clouds.

Watch it submerges to the ground, for its foundation can no longer hold its lies and secrets in place. 

A ticking time bomb of polluting death. Cascading the skies over the free land with poisonous air and voices that places dominion over human life.

Eventually we will be part of the great tomb of the waters.

Life

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I gather my yarn and I collect my threads. Place them on the cold floor in a clean and organized array of colors. I am ready to start the tapestry only to find my threads tangled across the floor. I do not know how these events occurred, but now I am on the floor having to unravel every string, every thread of yarn, to rearrange them in their symphony of colors to try to start the tapestry again.

Life can be that way. Unraveling most of your life to create the beauty you are destined to create, only to find yourself tangled. You get your needle and unravel again.