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::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Glimpses

I have this
great
big
heart

and nowhere to rest it.

Except in my own hands.

So

I stand strong
And lift up my love
So the world can see it shine
In the sun

I find the beauty
in the cracks
Now healed
Clean scars now glisten
Like cuts on a diamond.

Perhaps
In this new light
I can light up
Some stranger's shadows,
And they can stand strong,
Too.

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