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I remember where I was when I first heard you wail.
You split the oceans like a tall wall of platinum shoals, and carried me past where feet may fail.
A hayseed from outback chopped and full of fever.
singing lines between the shore and deep like a sharpened white tipped cleaver.
Find me in the red letter my lovely, between the black and white
I’ve bled all over the sacred text to connect you to the arc light.
Peculiar presaging prophetic woman pointing praise with dancing oracles
To climb from where you came from to where you stand now is your own private miracle.
Capture your precious promises like darting sprites in a net,
and set them up like nightlights in your house the moment you feel a threat.
Like wonder woman grew up with the Amazons with consecrated purity on an island.
Preserved for years growing in strength so that the world could never defile her.
You were raised halfway in heaven obeying the laws of that land.
So you wouldn’t be swayed by popular opinion, or the seductive pledge of man.
When you venture out passed the familiar comforts take the island with you.
There was nothing special about that place in particular the power was always within you.
I see you running on the beach in the middle of the rain
with sweat and salt falling off your ringlets and mixing with tears and pain.
I see clean horizon lines clearing your mind in the many shades of blue.
Where gulls make chase this sandy blaze and tides crawl after you.
I see soggy imprints covered by froth burying the evidence you were there.
I see you unaffected as your eyes look forward with hardly the hindsight to care.
The sacrifice He wants is a broken spirit, and a girl with nothing to lose.
He’s put before you life and death and the only move left is to choose.
Jesus will have His way in you, but you have a part to play in allowing it.
He is not a Sovereign bully uninterested in your dream, in fact He gave it to you to fulfill it.
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Un interruptor en los sentidos.
Y otro en el corazón.
En el tuyo, digo.
Me crucé con él, que tenía los "vive la vida" por bandera.
Sonreía aunque las cosas no salieran bien y abrir una cerveza fría siempre era lo mejor para apartar un ratito los problemas.
Mi inevitable afán por conseguir que todo saliera perfecto, era misión imposible a su lado.
Y entonces empezaron los "no te preocupes y ven a sentarte un rato a mi lado", los "relax, relax, al final lo conseguirás" y los "respira hondo que mañana será otro día".
Y sí, siempre acababa teniendo razón.
Éramos distintos, opuestos. Mirábamos a la vida desde diferente punto de vista.
Éramos como dos calcetines que perdieron a su pareja entre la ropa sucia y encontraron el sentido al cruzarse. Sin combinar, sin ni siquiera quedar bien pero de la mano. Juntos, hacia la misma dirección.
Es bonito conocer el punto de unión.
Al encontrarlo nos volvimos indestructibles.
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(99:100) The 100 Day Project. Minute Memoir. Out of all the ones I've written, this is the only one that came in the form of a genuine epiphany. Take a 'wild' guess where I wrote this. Last pitstop before finishing the Vulnerability race. #drive#authentic#soul#finish#babydriversgrowolder
तो थोड़ी थोड़ी ज़िन्दगी जी लीजिये हर पल में, कल की फिक्र को जनाब, अरे रहने दिजिये कल में। Live the moment today, life is beautiful everyday. Don't miss a chance, live a moment like it is the end ☺
Happy reading ☺
Meaning: "This time will pass for sure, but it will leave the memories. Making some moments, some memories part of our life for forever."
a touch of raw authenticity goes a long way. she’s got my full, undivided attention.
oh yeah, i’m going to be signing off now under my actual name, y’all. sorry for the temporary and ensuing confusion, but it’s still me. 😎
Our Love Escapes The Page by @itscarus excerpt from blog. Link in Bio.
Your wounds are bound to get in the way of your words, but you must not allow them to silence you. You can trace each crack like a line of poetry, sit there and let it sink, but it won’t fill you. You can’t place your hand over the hurt and call that healing. Nor can you finger lick your days away from page to page, cover to cover & call it living. You have to listen how no one else has, learn the earth you walk upon, & trace how you take your steps between the trees...
Ft. All of the @moleskine_world journals full of strange confessions, honesties, apologies, abstractions, lines equally true and false, movies that'll only I'll watch and other strange things I'd rather not share...yet. 😚 damn tho, I write more than I care to re-read...
Mi aveva appena sfiorato
Ma fu tanto da entrarmi sottopelle.
Respirai a lungo
per riviverlo: liberarlo tra le labbra e riportarlo a me, sin dentro ai polmoni.
Come il respiro che si ripete.
Oltre i colori di quel tramonto.
Oltre e più a fondo di ciascun respiro.
Oltre il tempo.
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