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Stigma 

  
“Stand still like the humming bird.”- Henry Miller

Everyone deserves a safe place. Some say that place should never be another person. Some say you can chase it across the universe. Some say we are continually anchored in the present,even as we move forward. 
But what if,that place,wasn’t even inside of us? What if -the voice within ourselves-couldn’t even be trusted?.

That’s mental health. That’s anxiety,depression. Whatever. 

I am not a Doctor. 

But I can say. Regardless of the stigma, the bias,be good. Be good to you. 

At times it can feel like waves. At times it can be gray. 

But there is always a light. 

Look for the light. The light inside of yourself. 

Maybe it’s spiritual, maybe it’s physical,maybe it’s both. 

Whichever side of the coin you call…

It’s in the air spinning. 

Remove the stigma and talk about it. 

We use over 90% of the worlds pharmaceuticals….

And we still can’t communicate. 

Walk gently, within yourself. Walk gently with others. 
You were meant to be whole. Not perfect. But whole. With all of your flaws. And all of your fears.Whole.

Be good. Be good. Be you. 

Because there is not another one like you. Not on this side of the sun.

You have a light,that is entirely unique to you. You have more atoms in your eye than stars in the known universe…

Don’t let the gray days be who you are.

The moon interacts with the sun and the earth mutually. So there is always a dark side to the moon… And there is always light…

Don’t you dare let the darkness define you…

You have the depths of the oceans…

You have the strength of the morning 

You have hosts of others 

Not only in the heavens watching 

But in your bloodline 

Fighting …fighting…championing for you. 

It’s ok. It’s ok to talk about it. It’s ok to free yourself. It’s ok to trust and respect yourself. 

For more info on mental health

Perfect things

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It’s said that God took a rib
From Adam and created woman
So think about how close that is
She’s used to the rhythm of a heart beat
Constantly pulled by oceans
And tide rising under her skin
The universe pulling her
She feels everything
And maybe you can’t make it better
Or fix it
But maybe
Just maybe
The rhythm of your heart beat
That closer than close
Can cut out all the noise
Maybe
You can feel the tide coming in on her skin…the orbit of the earth ….
Maybe
This was the plan.

Millions and millions

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Death takes no
Prisoners
Only life does that
We worry
About what we look like
What we say
What we write

They say
Time exist within movement
For example
If you move faster than light …
Time ..
Ceases to exist for you
You do not age
You do not know
The passing of centuries
Or years
So in essence
Life
Is movement
It’s value is
In that we die

But why
The chaos
Why the battle
The struggle
The confusion
The space
Between the atom
The cold floors
The low ceilings
The hard soles
On concrete
The marching
Of millions and millions …
Through
The space of time
The distortion
In what we see
And what we know –
What we’re told
And what we
feel

There is a thing
In science
Called quarks
You can’t separate them
The energy
Used in the effort
Feeds them
Bonding them together
And if you were to
Hit them with enough force
To cause a separation
The one would
pull another
Out of the fabric of space
So you now have twice as many …

I hope
You dream
I hope
You double up
Against the things that hit you
I hope you move
Against time
I hope you create prolifically
I hope you chase the light
And run against it
Beyond it
I hope
You win
I hope the chaos
Feeds you

We were born
For this
We were made
For movement
For questions
For answers
For this
Space in the fabric
Of time.