I feel out of reality, floating without an anchor. my head is in the clouds and my feet dont quite touch the ground. how can i know what is real, how can i know what is not? my vision is clouded and my hearing veiled. the messages from my self have been lost in transit and the letters from selves loved have fallen short. help seems not fast in coming, nor even sent... like a music box in a house abandoned...i am forgotten.
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dazzling waterfalls, droplets of pure joy. a rainbow of sound cascades down. the air, crisp as crystal. abounds with joyous scent and chill. the earth, her body warm. life giving. she slumbers yet watches, awaiting the day her children raise their arms and shout out with love and laughter. dancing across her plains and running through her forests. i sit here, in the jungles of mind. i think,i ponder. this being i am, i am powerful, i am mighty. the inhabitants of the jungle tremble as i walk. yet i am also love. out of creation i am....
those two poems are just words put to parts of me in my inner lanscapes. 2 parts that seem to oppose each other with their outlook.
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dazzling waterfalls, droplets of pure joy. a rainbow of sound cascades down. the air, crisp as crystal. abounds with joyous scent and chill. the earth, her body warm. life giving. she slumbers yet watches, awaiting the day her children raise their arms and shout out with love and laughter. dancing across her plains and running through her forests. i sit here, in the jungles of mind. i think,i ponder. this being i am, i am powerful, i am mighty. the inhabitants of the jungle tremble as i walk. yet i am also love. out of creation i am....
those two poems are just words put to parts of me in my inner lanscapes. 2 parts that seem to oppose each other with their outlook.
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