Waking Up

A yawn escapes my body.

I choose to wriggle in the sheets a little more snugly.

But my mind stirs with thoughts. It determines not to go back into that density absent of light.

Slowly my consciousness moves into the direction of the rays.

The ceiling fan gives me my first instruction of the day.

Stretch!

I do, and a smile renders me awake.

 

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Disparate Beings

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Our exteriors present a line of similarities.
A million influences offer up different presentations.

Variety is the spice of life. Or so they say.

Some are kind.
Or evil.
Or mean.
Or liars.

Some are immature.
Or honest.
Or hard-working.
Or decent.

Some talk openly.
Or hide.
Or cheat.
Or pretend.

Some are rude.
Or helpful.
Or giving.
Or caring.

Some are decent.
Or takers.
Or users.
Or slime.

More like butting heads with what we can’t align with.

Worth it? So many years are wasted trying.

Let’s teach our children to find the alikeness for connection, with some.

To choose the respite from the struggle of interdependence with the dissimilar.

Getting along without giving up anything that shaped us, with some.

Let’s help to create an environment of peace.

For with some, it happens.

 

Filling Up On Peace

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Feeling no one near, experiencing spacious aloneness.
It’s the satisfying smell of solitude.

Such clarity manifests in the quiet
while the static cling and edges of life drop away.

Your unique energy finds home in the calm of your surroundings.
The serene settling into your skin.

It’s a rich serving of voluminous freedom.
You are so deserving of it.

Close the door on the thieves who empty you.
Banish them, saving yourself is most relevant.

Escape to the place where you can feel sane and experience peace.

Stay in tranquility as long as you can.
Gain strength, build a reserve.

Your existence will be calling you soon enough.