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The Human and The Broken Mirror
There's a human in a white space. A big blank white space, with nothing in it, but the human and an enormous broken mirror. The mirror, whether perfect or broken, takes up the entirety of the floor - it's that big. All of the human's time is spent putting the mirror back together. There are nearly infinite pieces, and the human, a friend, won't stop until all of the pieces are together, as they were before the mirror shattered. After some unmeasured time has passed, the friend steps back to look at it, not finding it to be how it was before. The friend starts again. The friend pulls pieces out of their hands, knees and feet throughout the reassembling of the mirror. Every piece must return to where it was before the mirror broke. The friend has neglected everything except what matters - putting the mirror back together. The mirror is put together. The friend stares. They find it wrong. The friend starts again. Piece after piece more time passes. Move pieces around. Step back and look. It's wrong. Try again. Nothing else matters. Wrong. Again. No. That's wrong... Try again... Wrong... Again. No... Start over... Wrong... Start again... No... Wrong... Again...
By Seth Brickler4 years ago in Poets
a full moons vulnerability
I believe that God lives in me. Not in an egotistic or superior sense. I believe God is the subtleness, the calm in my essence, the force that comforts my tidal waves, the love that is expressed in simple ways. I believe that God is in me. The admiration of my naked body, the slow application of coconut oil on my skin -- an act of love. I believe God is yearning for us to be there for ourselves, to show up for ourselves, to love others even in their mess. This humble essence quietly exists even though God's greatness is overwhelming. God does not want a title, or recognition. God does not want praise or worship. All that this god that lives in me wants is for us to honour her. Live out the way that is love --- and the simplicity of love. Where love leads, thoughtfulness, courage, kindness, authenticity, care, follow. Where these values exist; God is satisfied and honoured, God lives on, though us.
By Nyashap Thiep4 years ago in Poets
My Favorite Color
If you’d would’ve asked me, what my favorite color was, for most of my life I’d blue. I’d dance around the word like I had meant seashores and lakes. Sport caps with favorite teams, drinking lemonade on top daddy’s shoulders, under the vast and equally blue skies.
By Maria Sanchez4 years ago in Poets
