Anne

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There is a young girl

who stays with me

beneath the the trees

and trickling streams

~

She sees a star

and gives it a name

~

As though it were

the only light

to ever grace

the sky this night

~

I thank her for

her love of words

and they way they walk

along our tongue

~

Softly

 with such purpose

folding into prose

and poems about the sun

Girl Talk Self Talk

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Girl talk is not about what we say to other girls

It is about what we say to ourselves

It is what happens when we see mostly mirrors

and stitch words into our skin

as though we were taught

right from the beginning

to wear the whispers of other people

Thoughts on Meditation

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On my way to meditation class I felt the urge to drive into a tree. On the way home I just wanted to drive.

Some days are like that. It’s like experiencing blindness with too much visual stimulation. Walking around as the ultimate contradiction.

Meditate. Strip it all away. Peel back all the pieces you thought really mattered and stop to feel the ground beneath your feet. Don’t just know that it’s there like some concept you can analyse.

At least once a day, find the truth behind all the ideas.

At least once a day, find some time to find you.