The flicker of a candle
Insignificant handle
That takes a room from dark to light
When every corner seems obscure
Your flickering shadows adorn
Providing light and even warmth
How insignificant a candle must be
To light an entire room
Unnoticed beautiful flame
Scented soothing aromas
Filling my nostrils and senses
Manifestation of places and faces
Spiritual haven
Wings of the Raven or Crow
Ancestral flow
In your light my spirit grows
Into the night, I cried
the tears the lie
the fear, the pride
the scorn so norm
the smell or spell
the words took forms
unoccupied wombs
Mother Earth blooms
chaotic muse
subtle abuse
mirrored reflections
turned perceptions
confused allegations
cathartic expressions
all in a night’s work
all in a day’s work
from dusk until dawn
dawn until dusk
In the reflection of lust, you may need fixed
In the image of love, you are a work in progress
In the reflection of lust, you may be disposable
In the image of love, you are irreplaceable
In the image of lust, you may be broken
In the reflection of love, you are complete
In the reflection of lust, you may take a number
In the image of love, you are the one
In the reflection of lust, there may be possessions
In the image of love, there is always progression
In the images and reflections of lust and love
What you choose to see yourself through matters
Sometimes
If you pause
Take a deep breath
Inhale gratitude, abundance, strength, forgiveness, and love
Exhale greed, lacking, unable, grudges, and hate
You live a lot more peaceful
To experience life at its fullest
Extasy resounding vigilance
Commotion diverting distortion
Chaotic organized emotion
Contortion flexible corrosion
sometimes extreme
sometimes unseen
subtle whisper in loud forms
To experience life in all its words
cutting wedges into pores
osmotic permeable roles
You must dare to open that one door
You must dare to live outside the “norm”
The ripple of a pebble
to a tiny insect
undeniable misery
The ripple of a landslide
sunami to the Human landline
the troubles of some
are struggles to others
catastrophic events
different levels
different pebbles
never permanent
it all cycles
Moments are not lifetimes
Lifetimes are not moments
Your pile of moments
Creates a lifetime
You are a prisoner of a lifetime
Not realizing your freedom
Is in every moment
you get to breath
Run
Walk
Crawl
Fly
Sometimes roll
Sometimes no movement at all
This non linear life we live
Human experiences
Thoughts of wonder
Thoughts of ponder
What is trash to some
is a treasure to others
what is stress to some
is a blessing to another
the eye of the beholder
holding so many internal convenient truths
Point one finger
and four-point back
the alchemy of life
You can stress
Or you can bless
Either way life happens
Don’t miss your blessings
Because you are too busy stressing
Life goes on
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