Our knees rattle as a prayer, should our voices fail to speak.
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Our knees rattle as a prayer, should our voices fail to speak.
As we have done to our ancestors, so will our descendants do to us. We who are descended from giants, who fell from their shoulders to rise to new heights on impossible steel and glass towers, who'll fall from those? I wonder.
Your needle has worn my grooves to deep.
How deep is hidden the Holy Seat of your Love? This love that burns in all for others
Do not love others so swiftly As Saint Paul said so long ago; Thy body is a temple”
Love thyself first then I say That you may love others more purely.
Silence is death, nothing is death
Then, death is nothing at all.
Whoever said that I was brave enough to face all this?
I am fish, looking for what he’s swimming in.
By now the water must’ve grown tired of me, who swims so lost, so aimlessly,
Learning in itself should be the goal, not earning money.
Rest in peace Cruzeiro Seixas (1920-2020)
Strip my skin and free my soul. Help me turn my back on my former self, help me shine from the inside out. Grant me the strength to smile through the process of gentle, silent, pain.
Nancy Spero. Artemis, Goddess and Centaur, 1983.
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Seeing unhealthy patterns in your family and deciding that those pattens end with you and will not be passed down to future generations is an extremely brave and powerful decision.
Forgive yourself for repeating what was taught to you as a child, then put the conscious effort into deprogram these patterns.
Have I established a pattern perhaps?
A bi-annual mental collapse?
Where did the bodies go?
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