Nestled

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Lucid Being

 

There you are, hidden in the magic.

The mystery of personhood waiting to evolve.

Wishing to be found, but stuck deep within.

Fear shutters the essence of being so much of the time.

It takes courage to push off the debilitating, oppressive hand of inadequacy.

Defeat gives us rage to rise up and out.

Or not.

Show our true selves or remain comfortably nestled within?

 

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Peace

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Lucid Being

My surroundings easily force me to breathe in the tranquility.

I’m seduced to engage with a nature free from annoyance.

My being is in harmony with the world.

Shhhhh listen to the quiet, you can hear it.

It’s like being gently enveloped by the serene.

All the memories of conflicts dissipate.

Bliss and colors are magnified to a brilliant degree.

All my senses breathe it in deep into the interior of my soul.

And then, I exhale contentment.

Honor Your Unique

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We’re short, balding, graceful, fat, average, intelligent, disabled, round, skinny, tall, naturally gorgeous, manually made-up mediocre, exceptional, dull and so many more labels that others use to describe what they see. That’s their impression.

How do you see yourself? Are you those labels? Do you accept it or reject it?

Whatever description you associate yourself with, own it.

It is you, and it’s ok to be you.

Don’t let anyone define you.
That’s your job.

We are more than the labels people want to give us.

 

Connected

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There’s a substantive intimacy in nature. It’s filling.
The smell of earth satisfying and rejuvenating.

The wind enveloping you in its invisible caress.
Touching without, healing within.

Hello, beautiful bird on a sunny day!
Seeing you brings me joy and a smile.

The smile of someone engaged.

I feel my best friend at that moment.
And I miss her.

It’s me looking through her eyes, but she’s not there.
For a moment I could cry.

From her, I learned the wisdom of these significant bits of the day.

She’d be in that moment with me graciously approving
and being grateful for the beauty of our surroundings.

My friend would love you too, beautiful bird.

And I love her.

**This piece selected to guest blog! Thank you, Natasha Tungare!

 

 

Perception

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I’m the outsider
experiencing a creator’s in-that-moment masterpiece.

What do I know?
Nothing.

What do I feel?
Everything.

My companion’s insight enlightens me.

But it’s different than the maker’s crucial imagination.

I do enjoy their mental impression.

The work, the discussion, my immersion in this artistry…

Oh, it makes me feel alive!

I perceive an epiphany.