Work in Progress

This is where I started; with one truth I did not believe. Every stroke of my brush, every inch of my skin, every moment of enlightenment and every day of doubt brings me here; to this next moment of fragility. Confronted again with the choice of being awake to my heart and allowing what is…

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No Grave For The Living

I want to exhume all; the lives too heavy to carry  how to tell you? Don't all our voices chorus? is there not a resonance in suffering?  are You the life I keep; trying, full term?  Isn't this what we're here for? To be the exception?  are we always at the hand of someones else's…