Luna

[luna-t-es]

As is within, so without

[luna-t-es]

A seasickness of being on the surface all the time - of heart, and knowledge, and love, and service, and stillness, and of how to be human

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‘Let it be’ ; it was written in a book and fated

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My optimism is a consequence of my conception of the heart “a transcendental spiritual subtlety which is connected to the physical heart; this subtlety is the essence of man, which comprehends, learns, and knows; and it is this which speaks, opposes, censures, and holds to account.”

“Moreover, this spiritual essence of man is similar to the essence of God, for God created man in His own image.”

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liminality: the pause between no longer and not yet. You're not who you were, but you're not quite who you're becoming.

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You are beautiful, but I do not like that which sets, I do not like that which changes

[larmoyante]

I had a sense of preparation for a love to come. Like the extension of canopies, the unrolling of ceremonial carpets, as if I must first create a marvelous world in which to house it, in which to receive adequately this guest of honor.

The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Volume One 1931-1934, Anaïs Nin

[luna-t-es]

What if the good memories start to fade out

[thedarkdarkmoon]

I am sorry you got this storm cloud for a daughter instead of the flowers you deserved !

Safia Elhillo , from 'Home isn't a country'; "Mama"

[trialsinbs]

It’s the abrupt goodbyes. What a persistence, how they are ever present.

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I suit action to the words even when, I make no sense around you

even when, my doubt betrays you a far dulcet memory

even when, we have been for one another for as long as time

even if you tire of my skin my lungs are wild blue yonder

-time [Noun]

serenades me with stories to jot down lessons from though she knows, if not her mistakes I will make others

[luna-t-es]

I am spent on the things I hope for

and in waiting name a daughter tie her name to yours

as we approach our punchline if we render our density for distance if you are not my family

I will rest that name with yours

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I remit behind the lock of our half done Khartūm rooftop `in its rough it is more comfort than talking

I sit to pardon my plurality 'at whatever pace finds me while my mother cries about my ways 'i know because she tells me and pleads 'how is your heart▪

victim is a role that often finds us 'we are also aggressors 'not trusting ourselves or our easy tears

I am not the same now.when i'm leaving.as when i first met me.I try not to be like my country.giving its best away from home

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Back home I am foreignly and cautioned to let it cool, when a smudge of bint el Sudan maps my face more so

again I'm illusive with their mocking concern that I'm not versed in these undertones of musk or the mossy notes

if I'd even considered carrying the luck weighed perfume in my marriage or if sometime that was a hope at all

I am overage and over educated

my skin breaks to bigen and I do not care to be decorated in poison

home is an injury in which my mind mutably forgets 'I hate to see my body ripped into countries and how unkind that it is not my own doing

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[luna-t-es]

I named the whispers• they do not commit; to patterns or a reform and bid an itch for all uncertainty

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the cycle rises in the gut and sets in another body• does not commit; balletic spine, bowing in and around pain; in and out of form; breaks my bones; builds up distrust and settles.

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I named the whispers to call them out; inflict settlements where they settle; to colonize their bellow; impermanently; another time.

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Definitions

Double sheet bend

the knot absolutely must not fail

the scout in him was diligent about blood ties

uncompromising

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treadmill• that we are his right.

I miss you, is it not my freedom

I love you and that is my sovereignty

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- [jid-do] جدو

a heart intact, despite arid conditions of the semi-desert.