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Mindful Musings #229

When it’s warm enough

To snow

The ground becomes covered

In a blanket of

Purity.

All imperfections are hidden

As the world becomes equal.

The blanket mutes the sounds

Of the city

Of nature

Of my own mind

As I blankly stand in the falling peace

And regain comfort over

Myself.

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Mindful Musings #226

 

The jealousy I feel

When I see you in various stages of

Undress

Burns within my chest.

Your accessories long tossed away

As you change from gold, to red, to muddy brown.

Discarding your leaves you lay yourself bare.

Exposed to the gentle breeze

That is laced with ice

As if to foretell

What is to come.

 

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Mindful Musings #224

Every good actress knows

You don’t cry once the makeup is on.

You don’t break character no matter how much it hurts.

Smile through the pain

And swallow your tears.

For this stage is vast and grand.

No one must know

That you are merely the understudy

In your own life.

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Mindful Musings #221

There is a line.

A barrier.

The ‘we’ who exist on this side of the line

Does not translate to the ‘we’ who exist on the other side.

Pleasantries exchanged

Lead to strange indifference

Beyond the barrier.

The box.

Within

We exist as a whole new set of human beings

With different relationships to others

And to each other.

No matter the one-sided effort

These relationships cannot exist

Beyond a sliver of illusion

On the other side of that line.

That barrier.

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Mindful Musings #220

She looks out the window

At the world as it passes by.

She extends her hand

But she cannot reach the life beyond her fingertips.

She is drowning.

She is being buried alive.

She is losing herself to the whirl of her reality.

She must continue to give all of herself

While retaining only a little of herself.

Take that fragment

Hold it close.

Cup that ember

In the palm of outstretched hands.

Softly, carefully, protect that ember

From the buffeting waves of life.

When the storm dies down

And the agony abates

Feed that ember

Until it bursts into the flame of who

She used to be.

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