I am but he, understood by the word,
A paradoxical existence, in being,
An illusory reality, grounded,
In the permanence that permeates the real.
I am but he, in being,
A metaphorical knife, that cuts skin deep
Perennial in nature, in creation and destruction,
The tragedy of all that I behold.
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Your shadow speaks to you
In melodies that entice you
To actions and inactions that break you
But you are still you
Unapologetically you
The nuances of a still life
Amidst the encompassing strife
Healing inward and outward
You are still you
Undeniably you
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The one who screams is seldom right,
Two trails for every tale, fight or flight,
Myriad of excuses for one can be found,
But in the end only the truth will be bound.
We are all capable of unkindness
Yet our souls crave holiness and light
Love of life, love of self and love of all
An aspiration like a never ending wall.
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In being, still and profound
Deepening shades of red
Layered over the horizon
Dewdrops shine, thistle and thorn
In being, wisps and enigmatic
Solitude craved in a crowd
Unblemished and luminous
A prism before the light
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Immersion into a world so far gone
Hopeless derivative of a time of bygones
Yet we cling on to every little piece
In hope and faith
A conundrum for the rational
How strange is our predicament?
To be suspended in empty space
By something that we cannot see.
Not knowing when we would fall
Not knowing when we would rise
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