Exploded, unfurled New life in the spring Soaked up the sun To light everything Burst into flames Under the grays An unfiltered light For shortening…
Tag: poetry
Early morning at the cafe
A single day can feel like a fracture in time, where everything noisy falls away just long enough to reveal what has been speaking all along.
There comes a quiet moment when the soul remembers — it was never meant to live in chains. Not of the world, but of thought, fear, and forgetting. Freedom isn’t earned through effort, but revealed through awakening. You were never broken.
We will never run out of water. We will never run out of oil. We will never run out of free energy for all. We will never run out of space for humans and their families to live well, to thrive, and to build resilient, naturally aligned communities. Why do you choose to believe in the lies of scarcity and lack and in the artifices of collectivized, socialized media?