All Love Is, Inherently, Selfish. Ponder.

All Love Is, Inherently, Selfish. Ponder.

All love is, inherently, selfish. Ponder.

~Me

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4 years ago

“(Isn’t memory often about loneliness?)”

— David Bottoms, from “Black Horses,” Otherworld, Underworld, Prayer Porch (Copper Canyon Press, 2018)

4 years ago
"Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep"

"Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep"

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

~Mary Elizabeth Frye


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4 years ago
I Don't Feel So Good Today.

I don't feel so good today.

I feel a strange, ancient ache in my soul. An aged feel to my rigid bones that once held the weight of the earth and the sky. Now they wish to rest, to turn to dust. They have endured enough weathering. I feel nostalgic for a life I have never lived, for a life I wish I lived. I suppose I do understand this humane desire. The soul was never meant to stay on the earth. It was meant to rise. And here, now, it is bound to, shackled to this body and inadvertently, to this world,held taut by the unyielding chains of gravity. I yearn for the day I return home. Up there.

I don't feel so good today and that's fine.

~Me


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4 years ago
Virginia Woolf〡Selected Prose; Mrs Dalloway

Virginia Woolf〡Selected Prose; Mrs Dalloway

4 years ago
"If You Could See Yourself Through My Eyes ,mom, You'd Think That You Embedded The Diamond Stars In The

"If you could see yourself through my eyes ,mom, you'd think that you embedded the diamond stars in the ink stained universe with your bare, calloused hands."


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3 years ago
And When The Stars Giggled, I Found Myself Bursting Into Joy Again. Such Is Beauty, Such Is Pain. I Always

And when the stars giggled, I found myself bursting into joy again. Such is beauty, such is pain. I always find my way back again.

~Me


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4 years ago
Jacob Wrestling With The Angel (Painting), 1843

Jacob Wrestling with the Angel (Painting), 1843

by Alexandre Louis Leloir.

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