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.

Originally published on WP 1/27/18

The Healer

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I needed my fix. The streets, crowded as ever, hummed of the usual pace of shuffling humans. Their faces gray and nondescript, matching the concrete of the city streets and buildings. I turned and crossed the street towards Central Park, hastening my stride.

“Ah, some green,” I uttered to myself as I approached the well-kept parcels of grass on either side of the walking paths. Even the air quality whooshed into my lungs more decently than breathing in a couple of blocks back. I was almost there.

“You wouldn’t believe my day!” I shouted when I spied my Zen buddy.