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You’ve said too much

It’s not nearly enough

Your shouts: hollow whispers 

Isolated they consume me

Dripping into fractured spaces 

That weren’t thirsty before 

In your noise I find my quiet

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Until we learn to hold things lightly he loves us enough to keep taking them away.

And once we learn that it's ok when things get taken away it hardly matters what stays and what goes. 

Only that he stays.

And can never be taken away.

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Heavy rain 

Sheets of relief 

Soaking the soul inside 

Dripping to new places 

New pages to write on 

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and when i bleed 

it’s always your blood

come. stay.

stranded with options

alone and surrounded 

this flesh and bone 

so heavy i rise 

weightless 

not in a hurry 

You are behind

You are ahead 

understandably incomprehensible 

You are

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close enough to hear the tears fall

seconds are minutes as i wait 

so far i can’t hear the violent protest 

of my peaceful heart 

me. first.

How obsessed are we becoming with ourselves? 

No but really

grace

when the best things happen from the worst things

time

[if wealth is time]

[then]

time reaches us all at the same velocity 

every day is one day for all of us

we are all equally wealthy in every moment 

freedom

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Sometimes choosing to is better than wanting to

unsafe

where it feels like I'm living 

control of the variables 

is actually being controlled by them

where the riskiest option 

is also the safest 

listening

when you can start to hear what a person is not saying while they are busy saying what they think they are trying to say, then you might find that they feel heard

denial

is anything more costly than perpetually needing to numb yourself towards the truth?

Familiarity

We like what we have already seen

Familiarity also breeds affection

loss

once something breaks
you don't have to worry about when it will break

protection of perfection
a waste of time
togetherness is bland
it's the cracks that make us beautiful

Feeling

The pain bled from my eyes
Like a tired river
Trickling into a dam
Even these waters sustain new life

Thoughts

Thoughts

Abstract notions from nature's inventions
As natural as breathing

Some far away others so close they won't leave me
Tempted to pay attention to the ones I like the most
The comfortable ones have a certain allure don't they?

I am my brain
All of me is how I think
Perspective is the border
Within which all of life is framed

I must keep fighting to see it correctly
Effort - forceful living
Perpetual striving

I am not my brain
I am defined outside of my mind
Identity given, unimagined
A reality bigger than my own fascinations

Larger than my own fabrications
And completely trustworthy

Peace - a river flows
And here I find my rest

Electronic Death

This world and its treasures are soon to pass
Your word and my soul eternally last
Give me eyes to see beyond these screens
Past silly dreams to living water in streams

Days are just moments

Moment by moment
Access to the divine
If only we can see it
And upon seeing it
Choose it
And choose it again

worship

Unless you have a hero for your story, you make yourself the hero.
And you're a pretty bad hero.