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Ego Obsolete i am not my past. change is terrifying to untamed minds. i am not my trauma. ego promotes procrastination stops me from starting new projects. i am not this fear. ego protects me from failure while hindering possibilities of success i am not this thought. ego is darkness, outdated fight-or-flight mechanism. ego is…
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desert umbra flows impending foggy darkness no shelter from dust
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sister moon howls silently like quiet wolf sky above chthonic depth below human magnetism, connection between souls bridges worlds, transcends life connects cosmos lessons, not handbooks foster escape from place and time mother earth, womb of living things, hums © 2024
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awakening day moon lingering behind clouds sun not yet awake
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invisible bells ringing in silence toes tapping to absent rhythms © 2024 Day 11 NaPoWriMo
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perception of reality is as much social as personal. what does it take for a thing to be convincing? qualia are part of it. sensory input: visuals, movement, air currents, scents, tastes, sounds. meaningless without intentionality, meaningless without evaluation and confirmation. why do psychotics disturb us? because they see things, taste things, hear things that…
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being human has no boundaries except those self-imposed. nothing more enriching than attaining self-knowledge. living creatively demands mysterious powers that lay dormant within. deep within thorny forests of questions about life and the universe, liquidating taboos,, daring to embrace the unusual, the strange, the quirky, the bizarre, is the wellspring of creativity. surrendering to social…
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broken wings.satisfied wolflicking burnished teeth.eyes glisten with griefblood and bones remain. © 2024
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blossoms flutter on ancient tree, still capable of bearing fruit black bird fully formed, takes flight. some paths more hazardous than others. select a wrong one, and destination grows farther with each wing beat. each detour, each obstacle, an opportunity. the Quest its own reward. some words old, significance forgotten. bits added to bits over…
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bolting storm. night defined by flashes of insight. truth seems capricious. is it something else to honeybee or coyote? fulfilling, foreboding or light in flight, like fairies dusting blue sky. fact becomes fiction, fantasy masquerades as thundering reality. beneath gray clouds, realities fade silently screaming. unbidden truths capriciously lying in wait. © 2024
Desert Dweller 