Tag: truth

no more boxes

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I grew up believing
in the black-and-white of right-and-wrong,
the this-or-that,
the all-or-nothing.

As I chase validation
I see my fear of living outside the box
as deviation.

I see now,
it becomes clear,
the opportunity to see continuums
rather than boxes.

What is right, or what is wrong,
depends on your perspective.

What is black, or what is white,
depends upon the shade of your glasses.

I want to live
in a space so vast I cannot see the walls,
with colors and sounds and open boxes
scattered, their contents spilling,
where everything is right, is accepted,
in any given moment.

expanding beyond

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Playing timid
has kept me safe
behind the walls of smiles and acquiescence
for a long time.

Eventually the walls come down
to cast glimpses of ferocity and desire
upon the shocked faces
of those who expected less from me.
They can hardly believe it.
Their painted image of me, shattered.

For me, the focal,
at last I reach expansion.
Expanding beyond me, beyond them,
for me.

true motives

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It’s a funny thing
to realize, before my eyes
the true motives behind the plan
I had crafted for days,
perfecting every detail in my mind’s eye.

The truth stung me like a wasp.
Still, it hurts.

presence, truth, and love

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Turn off the clocks,
divert time away from these
external constructs of time
dictating arbitrary guidelines
for when things should be done.

The time of day matters not
if you do what you love,
if you tune into the body
and let it tell you
when things should happen.

To live in the moment
no matter the time of day
offers value
immeasurable by numbers.

Measure in presence,
truth, and love.

engulf

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All happiness is gone,
sucked and drained out of me
by a baster
that feels small, but powerful.

I see it transfer all it took from me
and walk far away into the distance
to somewhere and someone else.
I am left here,
this hollow, void shell of a body
with nothing inside.

I see other people
who have fought off these basters
or never encountered them at all,
and don’t want to be near them
for when comparisons start
and I pretend to be full like them
the void magnifies,
and engulfs me.

It engulfs me.

buried treasure

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Work it out,
like a tangled, tight knot
in the back of your neck
that when your fingers land on it
after searching across skin for miles,
it’s like finding buried treasure.
Flex the fingers,
open wide the treasure box
then dig deep, down,
until you find the bottom.

I find buried treasure all over
and throughout my body,
but this large box before me
was difficult to open.
My flexed fingers digging in deep
will show me what’s inside,
for everything is treasure
if viewed with an open mind.

might destroy

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Trying to find the words
I want to say to you,
and nothing but the raw,
honest truth can capture
my thoughts appropriately.
Except,
to say the raw and honest
might destroy both of us.
So instead,
I toss around a few safe and
common words,
but mostly say nothing at all.

I tell myself, ‘it’s better this way’,
but my ruminating thoughts of you
lead me to believe otherwise.