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  • zenful_hobbit 2w

    I never noticed when I could think again, as I never noticed when I could move my arm again or to hold a cup in my hand and I basked in months dreaming of these days to live again yet it’s filled with sorrow now of the past and fear of the future... but limitation is in the mind and determined by possibility. Emotional and reactionary behaviors can be quantified and I can contemplate upon quantum physics as well as quantum mechanics but life is lived and can’t be dwelled in such calculations our true nature just is and we will continue to learn and thrive in exploration.
    Days felt the same and years passed now and I can say there is no difference between yesterday to today in the sense that it’s different always, it’s a paradox because time is only an illusion and our actions create our reality and the best meaning not to wait one day but to live for today.
    As,“nothing is impossible the word itself says I’m possible” is in quotation by Audrey Hepburn.

    I don’t think I worded this appropriately but I don’t feel like being exact with my words.

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    Beginning and endings.

    The sunsets and the body sways in melody of rain and to dream of mystery and to awaken to birds chirping. Nothing new ever is but of course there is change in such a pause but in truth reality is what’s focused on. As it’s always new and different every second we have we can chose what to do next. But to remember to always pause.
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  • zenful_hobbit 2w

    Life is balance as it’s art and filled with form from the formless we create. And as we are, we can be. Polarity.

    ** I wrote this sleep deprived.**

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    Divinity

    Obscurity in senses, we are tangible constellations. Emotions insatiable as the pace of happiness is distant within longing and forgotten and life. As with moon and sun comes and leaves it’s shadow only reflects the source of life itself in its ability to be.
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  • zenful_hobbit 5w

    *Ranting** I haven’t written actually anything sensual or intriguing for a while now except thought.

    I saw some deer, ducks, spiders, butterflies and ladybugs today. It was evoking such an intense emotion as I cried in its striking immaculate conception as if the trust in the universe was there in its secrets to be able to experience these small moments in its stillness and to explore its beauty, to bask in the glory as the movement and change was seen in the animals and the sky above as it rained lightly while I cried both of joy and sadness.

    I had done something today, I had been wanting to for a very long time, I hadn’t felt more liberated and free too while burning bridges and speaking my truth.

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    Movement is Nature

    The web elongates the tree, as the deer step in between, the haze is distant yet near, with teardrops and raindrops falling as the creek swallows all sounds here. The shadow of the trees show the glimmering grass so green, with tiny wild spiders crawling on the sprouted leafs. Tilled up dirt, and fallen branches, yet the crossing is still able to be taken as the pathway is seen of a distant hill with mushrooms in the landscape and a far off cliff that springs water and frogs to play.
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  • zenful_hobbit 5w

    ~Rant post~
    Remnants
    of a love,
    I felt deeply, as it was perfect because I didn’t want anything more then to laugh with this person and to be by their side as I respected him and admired him for his kindness.

    But as my mother said once,
    “You can’t force me to love you.” , I will take into reconsideration as I understand it in a lighter tone now as I can chose to love but not let anyone have any power over me but to love selflessly and to continue to give it because it never ends. And as of this ghost of my past it can’t have any power so that I can move on now. I’m making peace with all that is.

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    Matter

    Composed in melody or a composition of art so ethereal the very glow is of passion in the moments that glimmered the decadence of a faceted diamond. As it was happening as nothing it was everything with just us laughing and smiling. Contrasting between like a dance we had a pace eloquently with a sudden soundless echo this disappearance is only the dissipation of memories now. The stars seemed so aligned once yet the moon shines too bright these nights as I have to search in my mind to remember who you are anymore. The sun shines through the trees to show me better views. To be left again and again to search the sky and sea to see there is nothing there but the clouds and fish of reality and to be only kissed by dew drops of morning and to be held only by the soft sway of the wind. The moon and sun is with me as we make better lovers as it shows me peace so maybe until we meet again it’s all love anyway.
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  • zenful_hobbit 9w

    The relationship between this novelty of philosophy has been contrived from nothing and into fear, shame, alter ego and even confidence. It’s been a journey and yet I find the comfort in questions once again. The questions that can’t be answered and the questions we can ask ourselfs, the questions to ask each other and the important questions of how to love again?

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    Love

    A steady rhythm in the heart and certainty in mind, as the mountain scape is high there is only life here and in the city it’s impression is absolute with its beautiful structures contrasting collective consciousness.
    The relationship is everlasting in love with just commitment to awareness.
    “Don’t lose sight of me.” Nature whispers.
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  • zenful_hobbit 15w

    Things can only get better...

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    Try

    Encapsulated by the dew and the frost, it’s only today and it can’t be anything more then that. The past is a skeleton and the future is not here yet. Light can only shine and bring upon a new day in its haze or brightness.
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  • zenful_hobbit 15w

    The silence is loud as the pain is throbbing and the snow is pouring as I witness the slow death of someone else. Communication is threatening and voices in my own head are begging for distraction. The thoughts are flooding with days getting longer and the sun feeling to painful to be in with an image blurry in reflection of what I see demeaning me in who I thought I was.

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    Comfortable in pain

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  • zenful_hobbit 16w

    ...Venting..
    I can remember memories haunting and I can remember memories full of bliss and hope.. it’s a choice though now to water my intentions and dreams

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    Glimpses of heaven

    It’s horror, dismay, disgust and repetitiveness of nothingness. Watching moments and happiness flee not having any idea when I was making those happy memories but I remember them vividly now in this nothingness. Treason to my soul and pain to my mind these cycles must come to an end because I will teach myself how to be happy again.
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  • zenful_hobbit 17w

    Its difficult and different beginning to live again.
    My cognitive functions and physical conditions are getting better.. and I was praying for these days .. and now I’m absolutely afraid and overwhelmed.. and nothing is the same from where I am which can sound exciting but it’s scary. The world is new to me yet familiar though still..

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    Irony

    Unknown in places known and frowning at what once was part of my world, I can’t remember who I am and I can’t decide when the mirror is deceiving me anymore as blurry this reality comes and goes it’s only a fantasy as within a touch the familiarity comes back to me and the world seems brighter.
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  • zenful_hobbit 18w

    Introspection on nature. 2 years sober is a big deal for me right now as I’m finding myself again and healing with physical therapy for my body and I’m going to continue to grow from where I am now even if it’s still difficult and hard. (My writing is awfully worded and not correctly put as this was just a simple thought more so then anything written with justice.)

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    One day

    Trees far and high and beyond the minds eye when its beauty is quiet in its patience and resilience; Struggling and perseverance from a sprout so small.