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These words that tumble from my mouth as malformed gargoyles of hurt and pain are not me nor do they speak of what I am Allow them to simply fall on the ground like raindrops They are not intended to be held, or kept in glass cases like some exhibit in a museum of wrongs They are simply evidence of a small mind that is lost to itself
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Take me toMy edgesThat sharp placeWhereMy Wings Begin To UnfurlWhere mySenses snapAnd the Universe Is fluidThat placeWhere connection Is a givenAnd the co-creating natureOf all thingsIs experienced inEvery single atom of my bloodAnd that flow of blood and breath and skin and boneIs alive and pinned toThe vortexOf the unknowable. Take me To My EdgesWhere form is transparentAnd formlessTake me toMy edgesSo that my bloodMerges and is devouredBy this landIn perfect rhythm With the beat of The empty heartAnd the joy of thisHomecomingTo this tribe of oneRings like the Sunday morningChurch bells of my youthThose Bronze shards of soundThat scoured the air andBurnt the alleys and pathsClear and clean againTakeMeTo my edgesWhere I am isAnihalated inThe ebb and flowOf the breath Of the belovedTake meTo myEdgesAnd bathe me inThe sharpness Of unityTake me to myEdges
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I am here to loveTo love myselfTo love where I keepFinding myself, Stumbling intoMy truthEach momentEach breathEach non-breathTo love where I findMyself sitting next to meOn this train or in that bus Travelling else wiseTo love myself begging At the road sideTo love myself whereI find me reflected in the depthOf your eyes.To love myselfin the hands holding each otherTo love myselfin that tear as it starts its journey from eye to ocean to cloud to rain to tearTo love myself reflected in the stillness of the poolTo love myself as a child's breath on the mother's skinTo love myself withthat crazy, gentle, tender, insane fragility of life.and in all of this insanityI gaze, the lover, the loved and the belovedinto that eternity of this.thank you
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Your wordsSoft as rabbits furGentle, searchingFear-full, afraidShiveringIn the cold, nakednessOf their own truthsEye lightsTelling that DeeperOlderHistoryOf ourKnowingThose dreams are But lost StepsOn thisPilgrimageToThatFinalRe-uni-onThat Moment ofRe-t-urnOfRe-mem-be-ranceThat Embrace
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