Tag: pain

rivers

it never stops
though sometimes
it’d be easier
if it did
for a few breaths
but that isn’t the truth…


a quiet place

a quiet place, lonely but not ever alone.

this life offers us infinite variety should we only be willing. it’s too common a tale that the persistent sadness mires the spirit and suppresses the adventurer….


hurting

our battles are our own. though the external swirl and circumstance informs and challenges our notions, ultimately the war is within. i don’t know what to fucking do. it’s a start. it’s raw. it’s the real you punching through the tumultuous surface and cracking the facade. you don’t have to know what to do. not…


resonant waves

you can keep trying to resist, but the wave is upon us. radical change is the theme of the day, and you might as well learn how to surf; it’s a full-body workout, and good luck if you try to duck-dive through it….


unpredictable and turbulent

there’s a phrase, or variation of such, that’s popular nowadays. something along the lines of “…in these unpredictable and turbulent times…” frequently uttered within range of, and with regards to peaceful practices, mindfulness, meditation, standing up for what we believe in, and other supposedly original ideas. does every generation have their underlying, perpetual, victim-state belief…