I could cast all my forgivenesses into the air and watch them take flight, dispersing wherever they belong, wherever they are needed, but they are already flowing — freely.
Open-arm-surrender to the vast sky,
I am a confession
relinquished,
vibrant in the coursing of my inner circuitry, heart’s sanctum, a sanctuary cleansed
in lachrymose penance.
This weaving of sounds and silence, this staccato of gears and engines, and bird call solace, balsamic, all folds
into balance.
© Anna S. 2022
"I had no idea then how far the tunnel extended, and for a long time, any light at the end of it was a hope rather than a reality." ~J.K. Rowling, Harvard Commencement Address 2008
Another masterpiece by the legend- Emily Dickinson... 🤍🤍🤍
What is reality? An illusion? Something solid? Is it like Time?
Apt. 💕
BROOKLYN NINE NINE ‘9 Days’, 3.12
True 💫
“there is nothing more powerful than realizing that your wholeness is not defined by anything but you. people may add onto the beautiful pieces that already exist within you, but nothing they do could ever complete you. the keys to your acceptance have always belonged to you.”
— iambrillyant
A classic! Afterall what are we, except inconsequential nobodies in this vast stretch of universe? 🤍 Emily Dickinson Supremacy 🤍
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"so this shall be my suffocating vow"
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“Tonight go to sleep as though your whole past has been dropped. Die to the past. And in the morning wake up as a new man in a new morning.”
— Osho