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“Edges
I am a child throwing rocks into the stream.
Challenging the rushing water.
Raising my fist and daring fate to do it worst.
I am a dancer in the waves of the ocean.
Swaying in time with the tide.
Pirouetting, the current my only friend.
I am the sun, rising across the canyon
Ascending, and shinning down.
Giving the illusion of perception and motion.
I am thoughts like a rolling river.
Water cascading over the rocks of my soul.
Shaping, forming, conforming.
I am the peace of the rain forest.
Basking in solitude
Tranquil, serene, transfixing angles.
Reflecting from within.
Dripping and dropping. Shaking it off.
I am the dust of the galaxy.
Yearning to know itself.
I am the wind.
Wandering. Searching.
A storm brewing from within.”
― Confessions of a Reformed Southern Belle.: A Poet's Collection of Love, Loss, and Renewal
I am a child throwing rocks into the stream.
Challenging the rushing water.
Raising my fist and daring fate to do it worst.
I am a dancer in the waves of the ocean.
Swaying in time with the tide.
Pirouetting, the current my only friend.
I am the sun, rising across the canyon
Ascending, and shinning down.
Giving the illusion of perception and motion.
I am thoughts like a rolling river.
Water cascading over the rocks of my soul.
Shaping, forming, conforming.
I am the peace of the rain forest.
Basking in solitude
Tranquil, serene, transfixing angles.
Reflecting from within.
Dripping and dropping. Shaking it off.
I am the dust of the galaxy.
Yearning to know itself.
I am the wind.
Wandering. Searching.
A storm brewing from within.”
― Confessions of a Reformed Southern Belle.: A Poet's Collection of Love, Loss, and Renewal
“To deny equality to one is to deny equality for all.
We won’t find joy by misplacing our unhappiness onto others.
Love cannot be defined, assigned or mitigated.It’s not something to be controlled or dictated.
Love is uncontrollable and limitless.”
― Confessions of a Reformed Southern Belle.: A Poet's Collection of Love, Loss, and Renewal
We won’t find joy by misplacing our unhappiness onto others.
Love cannot be defined, assigned or mitigated.It’s not something to be controlled or dictated.
Love is uncontrollable and limitless.”
― Confessions of a Reformed Southern Belle.: A Poet's Collection of Love, Loss, and Renewal
“It is only through love, tolerance, humility and the understanding of our own fragility that we can begin to find our humanity and, in turn, extend that humanity to others.”
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