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She Worries...Still

she irons the silence ...like laundry presses it flat folds her thoughts into hospital corners

a door closes she hears a car crash that didn’t happen a cough becomes cancer a pause in his voice means... he’s gone too quiet to be alive

her children both own homes now and have babies of their own but she still checks the sky like a barometer ...of fate

a meal is missed and she starves with them a storm rolls through virginia she tastes it in her tea every headline every ambulance every phone call past 8 pm is another...bloodletting

even in sleep she clutches their names like rosaries wearing worry like an heirloom coat threadbare yet always warm enough to keep her awake

they say... they’re fine they say... "you don’t have to Mom" but she does she always will

the heart doesn’t outgrow what it was born ...beating for

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"Cultivate the formless mindset that "things have no fixed form." and let go of the arrogance of “I exist” that lurks in the mind. Then you will live with a peaceful mind." Buddha (Sutta Nipata 342)

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Quiraing a land formation, Isle of Skye, Scotland.

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#TOMMY😻I ADORE YOU, LANA❤️

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#CATERPILLAR of PAPILIO MACHAON - SWALLOWTAIL - RAUPE des SCHWALBENSCHWANZ SCHMETTERLINGS🐛

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i am the watcher,

not the wound.

i am the breath,

not the breathless thought.

i am the silence,

not the scream.

and even the scream

belongs to me.

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Wine, roses and glass

Something’s rotten in my mind I could never love these hands, this smile So I summoned ghosts to help me out I let them crush and burn this house. Now there’s an image that haunts A reflection I cannot see A shattered mirror on the floor That used to be me. From wine, roses and glass I will rebuild, repaint, retouch Sing the song I used to sing I’ll listen for a lonely echo in the dark Because that’s where I’ll always be.

~ A. A. Roman

Thank you @lexiklecksi for suggesting this concept!!

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echo

existence perhaps

the tongue depth lost

in memory fragments

repetition/deception

more in fading agains

there towards you

or I

like a sound night opening inwards

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✦ Field Notes from the Illusion ✦

Entry No. 007 – Sunday, 2:14 P.M.

Location: Couch-bound but dimensionally adrift

2:14 P.M.

Sunlight lies across the floor like a golden cat.

i haven’t moved in hours, but my thoughts have circled galaxies.

Somewhere between the third yawn and the fourth slice of melon,

i remembered i am God pretending to enjoy “just one more episode.”

2:36 P.M.

The fan spins like a hypnotist.

i swear it whispered, “Let go.”

i almost did—melted into the cushions

like butter in a warm pan of forgetfulness.

2:49 P.M.

Was that nap a portal?

Because i returned feeling a decade older,

and possibly reborn as a plant.

(Photosynthesizing laziness. Divine chlorophyll.)

3:22 P.M.

A fly walked across my arm with more ambition than i’ve had all day.

i let it.

Who am i to deny a fellow traveler its pilgrimage?

3:41 P.M.

Tea sounds holy right now.

So i ascended—to the kitchen.

The kettle sang like an ancient monk—

one who knows boredom is just a mask worn by presence.

4:03 P.M.

The sun shifted. The shadows followed.

And so did i.

From couch to porch, barefoot and bewildered.

Clouds passed overhead with secrets i didn’t ask for.

4:17 P.M.

i am aware. Not doing. Not planning. Not fixing.

Just being.

It’s wildly rebellious.

4:44 P.M.

Time curled up beside me like a lazy dog.

We exhaled in unison.

i think we’re friends now.

—Shamanfox

Field Notes logged. Illusion observed. Reality: optional.

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Blues At Sunrise

You played Blues At Sunrise and I let the music wash over my soul like that old muddy delta water. I heard the voice of sorrow crying for her lover and we sang together while the heavy Memphis summer beat down hot and hard on naked flesh and bone. 

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fragments.

to be here, where I am today I had to rip myself apart many times and in the aftermath I built something new form thousands of fragments I could no longer destroy, they where too small

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and in between the silences of my sessions, I met you and I realized pretty soon we were alike, we spoke from within our hearts and were both remade of many tiny different-shaped fragments of earlier existences

and somehow we just fitted together, like we were each other’s one missing odd fragment, a piece that once got lost and now had found it’s way back home, again

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#HEUCHERA SANGUINEA - CORALBELLS - PURPURGLÖCKCHEN

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‘you’ve unlocked soul sight’

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#PETUNIAS🤍💜🩷

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Inverness is known as the "Highlands capital" of Scotland.

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