Sunday, November 6, 2011


That feeling of quiet, calm
Solid certainty
A rock in the middle of a whirling pool
Snippets catch you
Gently tugging
But you are in a vacuum
Of your own consciousness
Certain, for a time
Complete in this moment
Having given yourself permission.

It's ok to be who you are
Your choices are right
And your feelings are true
You know what to do.

Fragments of time collect in a bucket by the well
Stories of friends, of lovers
And of new beginnings yet to behold.
A melting pot of colour
Like oil on a puddle
Of life
Of visceral memories
Unique and complete, belonging only to you.

With them you are never alone,
You are absolute.

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