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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?

Monday, March 28, 2011

Quieted.

This soul, 
so often frantic, 
finds calm amid 
such chaos.  

This mind 
overcomes, 
quieting its soul 
with willpower,
its poise brings 
such authority.  

This heart, 
while aching,
continues to beat, 
the mind reassuring,
the soul calmed.  


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2 comments:

  1. Domonique March 29, 2011 at 7:49 PM

    I love the part 'the heart while aching continues to beat'. Your poetry is incredible and soulful.

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  2. UnknownMarch 29, 2011 at 8:15 PM

    That really means a lot, than you.

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