206: Tweeting Teens

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Type
Shovel
Swallow.

Anything not to be here.

Come with me,
I don’t want to be alone.

Anything not to be seen.

Moving among the mirrors,
Looking anywhere that isn’t real.
Reflections just soften the blow
Of landing in what can’t be changed.

But there is no more truth
In the present moment
Than in the reflections constructed
By those who seek to run.

All the grasping to the truth
Of the here and now,

No more noble than a tweeting teen.

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203: Times The Universe Was Oddly Satisfying

I’ve got posts about crystals and poetry in the drafts folder but here’s something that made me oh so satisfied. I think you’ll like it too. And if you want to take it to a spiritual level, you can use these little coincidences and perfections as a reminder that life is beautiful, chaos is balanced by perfection, and everything happens for a reason.

Presenting… The 31 Most Pleasurable Things That Have Ever Happened.

Enjoy.

This shelf that makes everything better.

#8: This shelf that makes everything better.

192: Something Magical

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Self Portrait – V. Anderson

There’s something magical about poetry.
Everytime you don’t
write it down, it happens
to be the best.

And
and then sometimes when you do,
it just comes out like a jumble
of crashing waves.

It always comes to you when
you’re just not quite ready
and some of us even have to drag it
back in by its run-away tail.

But the other magical thing about poetry
is that not only
is it in everything, but
there’s nothing it’s not!