Friday, October 11, 2013


“Happiness comes more from loving than being loved; and often when our affection seems wounded it is only our vanity bleeding. To love, and to be hurt often, and to love again -- this is the brave and happy life.” - J. E. Buckrose

As the past fades into the sunset
Hold your fear tightly, wrapped warm
Like there's hope left within you
Faltered, not faulty
You survived to try again
Look upon the night's horizon
Witness the glimmering in the distance
Surely, a mirage of hope
Faint enough to guide you home

Then, ever so slowly, layer by layer -
Amidst teardrops - 
The onion's skin is peeled
Doubt's shackles have fallen
Hold hands, like a neonate would walk if it could
Kiss awkwardly as penguins waddle around waves
Surrender your mind to the flow
Your body will instinctively follow
The soul will immolate itself

Pause to feel the truth pounding inside, inch by inch
Pangs of joy as you continue to be consumed by the triumphant entrance;
The perpetual dance

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