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False

What of the Truth! Say, what is that? It’s me and you and we and not; my truth is here, yours is there. Ours is both, yet neither too. One plus one is one, not two, when it comes to … Continue reading

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Mirrors

I am the seeker, I am the seer gazing at the world as if a mirror. Reflections of self seen in the other, reflecting on this turns all to brothers, to friars, to nuns, to tribe, to clan; all things … Continue reading

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I don’t know

What is the most powerful affirmation? “I don’t know.” This agnosticism may require the most faith, the most courage. It is a scary thing to accept that you don’t know, and yet in accepting this, fear often melts away. You … Continue reading

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Fenix (#tbt)

After your skin sloughs off, does the itching stop, or do your bones scream out yearning to be scratched as the flames lick them clean of sinew and flesh? Immersed in a roiling sea of fire, at what point do … Continue reading

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Echolocation

Tiny whispers in my mind:"It, he, we, and also mine."Everything I see I findis a reflection of my shine. Everything talks to me, and here I am with my eyes shut and my ears closed; scrunched up like an obstinate … Continue reading

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Avoidance

To sit in a void, a hard vacuum, would burst my eyes and boil my blood, and yet be so desirable. I could struggle with the contradiction, but prefer to just accept it like the warm embrace of winter. If … Continue reading

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Winding Road

The crooked line covers more ground. I’ve always preferred the scenic route, but I’m constantly more lost than found and a straight line has no time for doubt. I meander, sally, wander and wend, always walking to another place on … Continue reading

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