Spirituality
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my hands,from which i divine with.to caress a glossy deckand trust that they know when to pull a sword or a cup. palms up in my lap during quiet morning musings, to invite stillness and knowing into my days.
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How strange it is, to watch someone’s face sparkle and dance with life on a Monday, and for it to be gone by Tuesday. How strange it is,for our bodies to decay, to expire,yet leave behind an undeniablepresence if we’re open to it. How strange it is to look into your eyes merely through a
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Reaching the lowest lows gives you a different appreciation for the highs. When you’ve truly looked rock bottom in the eyes, nothing or nobody can take that away from you, no matter what heights and accolades you reach. It’s a deeply personal place for everyone, wall to wall full of your mistakes, your shadows and
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A small collection of acrostic poems Alchemize – transform the nature or properties of (something) by a seemingly magical process. At my will, I let my soul dissolve and cradle the hierarchies of energies present. may the bound and boundless integrate with zero hesitations and an electrifying seal.
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To step into myself is uncharted territory. To feel safe is an unread part of the story.
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a poem inspired by the tweet shown.
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This year, I got a taste of a type of introspection even I am not used to. This year, I have lived (and am still living through) a global pandemic. I must admit, the lockdowns and closures did not drastically change my way of life. A true introvert, guilty as charged. But, assimilating into keeping
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Why the “love and light” side of spirituality is bullshit We come into the world in a stark, painful way. I’m sure there’s a lot of symbolical beauty in the birthing process, but until I have my own children, I can only see it as a physically excruciating process. We sit inside our mother’s womb,
Lashanda Forsberg 