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Tag: Freedom

When silence comes

The sun rises upon us all
but in reality
we drift towards the light
in anticipation
of the coming night

And so it began in that moment of birth
when darkness
thrust us into the light

We are creatures of curiosity
We want to know
to feel
to believe we are anything but this

Skin of time …

We drift towards the light
in hopeful remembrances
of the night

Our souls are carried by these bone rafts
kissing ripples
till the pond is shrouded
in the stillness
of early morning’s awakening

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When silence comes
and mists clear
Souls release
their body’s fear

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Freedom comes from loving what is

I believe
in the something within us

I believe
we can be better than yesterday

I believe
pain comes when it is needed

I believe
in the realization of being

I believe
another word for peace is chaos

I believe
chaos is another word struggle

I believe
we have yet to find the four corners of our jigsaw

I believe
in love’s natural state of naked awareness

I believe
the skin of age is equal to the trickle of knowledge

I believe
in the scent of passion

I believe
that one day, we shall accept our failings

I believe
freedom comes from loving what is

I believe
in you

Freedom

… feel
the temptation to seduce
and to be seduced

feel that tingle of slowness
surrounding your skin

inhale the moment
allow it to inhabit your beat

allow it to seduce your mind
into believing you are free

…  feel
your skin
and the moisture between your fingers

feel the slowness of time
kissing your soul

inhale and exhale
touch the essence of, passion

allow it to seduce you
allow it your freedom

… feel
the vibration of life
tremble inside your heart

between your fingers
your toes, your thighs, your

freedoms

Resistance

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Without wings
we fall
into the abyss around us
unless we break through
this, “protection”
and allow flight to feel
the falling

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Nascent

To become
the light within

solitude
this seed grows

to become
the flower of this soul’s

silent
collapse of death

to become
the beginnings of raindrops

aware
of their flight, singing

to become
kisses of existence

unsated
with the orgasm of life’s humid mulch

to become
ancient, inherent, solitary

free
from the awakening of this heart’s tearful beat

Universal love

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Before we can know and be at one with the beauty of universal Love

we must first come to learn how to love Humanity, Nature and Oneself

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Artificial Atmosphere of Civilization

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Listen to, breathe in and taste the pungent
where once music sang amongst the trees
where once the air invigorated
where once eating was real
and where each was once one’s own mind
but now
in this time of greed, futile deaths, global one-upmanships & scaremongerings
and the religious balloonings of creation
we are surrounded
by an artificial atmosphere of civilization
where trees are shrouded in tentacles of grease and darkness; their songs all but forgotten
where our lungs are attacked on a daily basis; antibodies scream in disgust
where chemical wrapped food tastes of food wrapped chemicals; painful temptation encroaches
and where what we think, what we are and what we believe is no longer ours …

in this artificial atmosphere of civilization, where only the perfect make the shelf

; sorrow begets perfection begets sorrow

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With thanks to Achilles Daunt for giving me the title
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