Category: Moments of Clarity
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And then
you leave like I knew you would. And my heart aches, as she cries out, yearning for you, while I slowly turn and walk away. Another great weekend done. Another long week to come. A week of messaging, and missing you, and wishing-you-were-heres, knowing fullwell that here is completely irrelevant. It is in fact all…
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Old friend
how good it is to hear of your fortune and happiness, of the joy you share, of opportunity and abundance. Dear friend, thank you for your impact and imprint on my path; gratitude, peace, and love to you and yours. ~Lu
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Be still
and know that the life you so desperately crave is there, waiting to unfurl, from deep inside you. Be you, and know that you are enough, to create and enjoy all the bounty you desire. Be free, in your own heart, in your own mind: dream, for that is where all creation starts… ~Lu
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There’s a sweetspot
just before you fall asleep. Your breathing regulates and becomes almost melodic… Slow and deep. I sit quietly listening, enjoying this intimate moment devoid of frills and pretense. The comfort of strangers, at once becoming a very real place. ~Lu
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When (4)
all the chips are down. Well, I know that they aren’t chips exactly, they are checkers, or pieces, I look at you in wonder. There you are just there, in easy arm’s reach. Content in the early morning air, contemplating the surf, the sky, the people going by. We play, I win, yay! Once, mind…
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When (3)
you fix things I mean, around the house, like the shower head, a twinned door inside my brain opens and I feel. I feel noticed, I feel seen, I feel important, and probably most of all, I feel that I matter, and that my comfort matters to you. So when you fix things, I mean, inside…
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When (2)
the lightning strikes, my body is ready. THIS she screams, this this this. I burst into a thousand stars. Broken, torn, and in that moment perfectly whole. Words escape me as a torrent of emotion rushes in. At once I am weak, completely at your mercy and powerful, beyond my wildest imaginings. THIS as the…
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Fluid
Change, changeable, ever-changing. Non-obstructive, easy, without backbone. Perform, please, perfect. The black-gloved hand presses down hard. A small wince escapes. She shifts her weight onto her left elbow. You ok? No, her body screams, pupils wide. Sure, she smiles. One hundred and seventy-two hours in. A woman being tattooed. A woman ironing her husband’s underwear.…
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A towel
around your head. Sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a freshly washed face. I stare at you standing there in your mom’s kitchen. Totally unaware of the force of nature you are. I see you chopping salad, and I am in awe. Does this woman have any idea, of her power? Her beauty? Her incredible resilience? I…
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I watch
as Synchronicity cast her silver thread, and draws us closer together. You come into view and I finally really see you: at once a boy, a shaman, an elder, a god. We both look away not sure what to make of this mysterious kinship. When souls collide there may be a bang, most often though…