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Poetry

They Call Me Love

Here I am,

they call me love.

But how can a word hold

all of me?

This bliss that I am,

they try to name.

This sweetest dream,

this golden life.

This warm blue sea,

a human wave.

These always and forever days.

Here I am.

They call me love.

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Life

Always

Where do you go

when you are locked away

inside yourself?

Don’t you know that you are lovely?

Don’t you know

your beautiful smile was made

to light up your day,

and mine?

Never forget,

sweet friend:

the sun rose for you, too.

Not just for the others.

Never forget:

you are perfectly

perfectly

perfect.

All ways.

Always.

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Poetry

The Kaleidoscope

I shall name humanity

‘the kaleidoscope’.

Each of us a colour.

All of us the shimmering view.

Yet, still,

despite the glorious, glimmering shine

of individuality,

we insist others dress

the colour ‘me’.

What for?

What will come of the view

if I live as ‘you‘?

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Poetry

Glorious Sun

Never become separate

from the raging, hungry depths

of you.

Sweet you.

Sweet, glorious sun.

Shine for a thousand tomorrows.

Shine for a thousand blazing days of you.

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Poetry

A Beautiful Choice

Today.

What a beautiful choice.

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Poetry

Cherry Sky

The cherry sky

was never meant to stay,

however beautiful.

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Poetry

Home

Home is in this house.

The quiet of my love for them.

The dreams of my essence, racing into a fresh new world.

Home, you are my refuge.

Family, you are my home.

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Poetry

A Soft Smile From A Friend

In the morning

I will ask for peace

and a soft smile from a friend.

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Inspiration

The Apple Tree Of Everything

This is the Apple Tree of Everything.

You may pick only one apple, today.

Hold it in your hand.

Look at it.

Really, look at this apple you have picked.

To say it is red is hardly enough.

There are black porous dots, scattered and bunched.

A deep red jacket of smooth and lumps— there is even a bruise.

This is your apple of the day.

Yours because you have picked it.

It is not perfect, but none of the apples on the tree are perfect.

For what is perfect when different is the only sameness the tree can offer.

This apple of yours is far from the ordinary you see.

And it is yours.

How completely beautiful.

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Poetry

The Pursuit Of A Beautiful Life

Failure is followed by trying again better.

And so I will never believe in failure.

I will only believe in the pursuit of a beautiful life.

loving diverse couple having fun in new own home
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