In the moments we see rightlyWe stop holding so tightly Imagined sufferingCreated Nothing Beginning to EndTurns us to Tend The meek inherit the earthThey fear us and our rebirth Final battle we wonToo late for them to run We claim the Sun
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July 21 2020
Chaos manifests itself in the strangest waysA trickster with a lesson if one listens intentlyOne makes its presence known by explanationThe voice of knowing is still and silent Convincing and proving are the voices of wicked endsOne needs not listen to rationalizationsThey parade in many voicesChanging costume and clothingThe quiet one knows the waySitting withContinue reading “July 21 2020”
July 17 2020
Finding the commonalities between us seemed to work best. We spent so much time in this life observing and speaking upon differences. That in itself was not problematic, differences are indeed to be celebrated as each serves a unique purpose. When differences were used to fuel division, this is when the problems began to arise.Continue reading “July 17 2020”
