A classic! Afterall what are we, except inconsequential nobodies in this vast stretch of universe? 🤍 Emily Dickinson Supremacy 🤍
Apt. 💕
BROOKLYN NINE NINE ‘9 Days’, 3.12
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“Tonight go to sleep as though your whole past has been dropped. Die to the past. And in the morning wake up as a new man in a new morning.”
— Osho
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i.
minutes stretching into hours of blue with the warmth of Summer like a glove, I walked my shadow, phantom light through the gloom, found old paths and laid new ones.
ii.
black keys and white in translation, years aloft on the breeze, these notes, information, I’ve been saying, life is in you.
iii.
the past fading into flow, says, i waited here for you.
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What is reality? An illusion? Something solid? Is it like Time?
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“Be willing to go alone sometimes. You don’t need permission to grow. Not everyone who started with you will finish with you. And that’s OK.”
— Unknown
I could cast all my forgivenesses into the air and watch them take flight, dispersing wherever they belong, wherever they are needed, but they are already flowing — freely.
Open-arm-surrender to the vast sky,
I am a confession
relinquished,
vibrant in the coursing of my inner circuitry, heart’s sanctum, a sanctuary cleansed
in lachrymose penance.
This weaving of sounds and silence, this staccato of gears and engines, and bird call solace, balsamic, all folds
into balance.
© Anna S. 2022