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Empty Faces

A Busy footpath in the heart of Dublin

 

I look around me,
And I see so much Sadness.

I look around me,
And I see so much joy.

I look around in crowded places
I look at all the empty faces,
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30 Day Emotional Detox​ – Day 8. Discovering What I Want

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Purity,
Peace,
And Joy,
And love,
A lot of love.

Humble prosperity
That comes from
Loving something;
And freedom
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30 Day Emotional Detox​ – Day 5. Shine

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I have known darkness,
I have been so dark
That any light that fell on me
Disappeared inside.

I have known light,
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30 Day Emotional Detox​ – Day 3. Secret Conversation

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Sometimes when I am looking at the sun
The hills, or the stars, the moon or at the vastness of the ocean
All the darkness fades away from the periphery
And all I see is light, the beauty, the magnificence,
The air fills me up
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Sacredness Of The Simple Pleasures

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Noises of life have replaced the sounds of the night, the ticking of watch and swishing of the wind drowned out by the cars passing by, their honking, people talking, someone’s playing music, dogs barking, and that sound of construction. It’s an up and coming area, if you listen carefully during any time of the day, you can hear the sound of ongoing construction.

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Free From Myself

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I tried pushing the walls,
Bruised my knuckles on locked doors,
Broke my back trying to move mountains.

And When I was completely broken,
And when I gave up all control
All illusions of control,
When I was free falling,

The wind lifted me up
Like a feather, I was swaying in the air,
flowing and swirling with the wind,
flying with the wind.

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Coming Home To you

Writing letters to home

This morning I woke up So full of joy
Yet feeling so light, almost weightless,
Flowing in the air unmoored from the floor
like a feather or pollen or music or perfume.
Surrounded by chaos and precariousness
Yet so perfectly at peace
At the thought of seeing you soon,
At the thought of returning home to you.

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