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Come relax with Fiyero and I for a couple of minutes, ok? 🐑 (quiet wheel clicking noises included ❤️)
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american dream
When everyone’s asleep, I walk in the flourescent light
of grocery store aisles,
an insomniac astronaut
traveling the paths of a
white planet,
staring at shelves of color-coded, well-
organized lies.
I met you last night
between boxed cereal and canned beans.
We took off our helmets
and both reached out to touch
the American flag
sewn over our left shoulders,
and we kissed until we
ran
out of oxygen.
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Tocharian B Love Poem, manuscript B496, 6th-7th C. CE
"…a thousand years, [you will] tell [our] story. [I thus announce, [here]tofore there was no human being dearer to me than [you]; likewise hereafter there will be no one dearer to [you] than [me]. [Your] love, [your] affection, [my] jubilant song rises up! Along with life [itself], this should not come to an end for [my] whole life. I was thinking: “I will live with one love well [for the whole of my] life, without any deceit, without…” The God [of Karma] alone recognized this, my thought. Thus he provoked a quarrel; it ripped out my heart [that belonged] to [you. I]t led [you] afar, it tore me apart, it turned me into a partaker of all sorrows; he took away the consolation [I had] in thee… my life, spirit, and heart, day-by-day…"
-Cf. the transcription and translation in J. P. Mallory and Victor H.Mair, The Tarim Mummies: Ancient China and the Mystery of the Earliest Peoples from the West (London: Thames & Hudson, 2000), p. 273.
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And the final poem from SARE Malaysia. This one was for @salinatrixx – a play on the Chinese myth of the Cowherd and the Weaver-Girl.
(Hilariously, there are indeed magpies impending, if that’s what you follow me for. Don’t forget the Swansong re-release this 30th July!)
[Sonnet for Ah Gong] [Pointing at the Moon]
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The Floral Akroterion crowning the ridge of the Parthenon - Reconstructed in plaster 1990
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The original height is estimated to about 3.90-4.00m - The original parts are rendered in paint, whereas an original marble acanthus leaf has been added.
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#design #designinspiration #aincentgreece #luxurylife (at Acropolis of Athens)
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Forgiving one who didn’t deserve to be forgiven
They tell me to let it go,
No point in holding on anymore,
Perhaps it’s not really a difficult thing to do,
How else is someone else gonna walk in the door.
//
Struggled but feels like a battle I’m finally somehow winning,
Nostalgia remains, remembrances cause unaccounted for grief,
But this fight feels like to a wall it has me pinning,
And then I recall that with hardships there is relief.
//
I will come through,
Make it out in one piece too,
The battles will be won,
Broken pieces will become one.
//
But what about the atrocities,
No one will take blame in either of the two cities,
One will eventually have to give in,
On someone everything will certainly be pinned,
That can be no one apart from me,
Who failed in vile attempts of trying to flee,
So how do I forgive myself,
When I’ve inflicted wounds upon yourself.
//
Perhaps it is easy to let go off things and forgive people,
But being able to be bold and forgive yourself,
Even when you feel otherwise, like a cripple,
Is the hardest, for when you look in the mirror, the reflection you see is your self.
- DG
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Every day I am learning to be kinder. To be softer. To not bury my rough edges but to uncover and understand them, why they are there and what their purpose is now. I am bravely exploring myself. 🌿
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My mistakes won’t let me breathe
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You ask me how forgiveness arrives.
I tell you that once I read that every seven years each cell in our body is replaced;
we are made entirely new, no longer the same as we were before.
It has been seven years now. I don’t know how true it is, but I take heart in the idea that I am now someone he has never known.
This body is mine entirely, never touched, never hurt, it had been made whole; a broken teacup rewound in time.
Some days I still feel the cracks.
I trace my finger over the rivers that split the cup. I acknowledge their presence and it doesn’t drown me anymore.
Saint Francis wrote that it is in pardoning that we are pardoned.
It has been seven years. Forgiveness for him never arrived, but for me it did. It arrived a thousand times over.
It began by pardoning myself for the role I played in my suffering.
For staying when it hurt. For loving him and forgetting myself. For the longing I felt when he was gone. For not knowing any better, and for allowing fear to smother my voice.
Slowly, like the sunrise, my voice returned.
And
gently, like sunlight reaching through the trees, forgiveness did arrive.
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i regret a lot of things. but i would never change them. not like i can, but if i could, i still wouldn't. i feel like everything i lived through, has made me the way i am. i don't know if that's a good thing, but i'd let my people and experiences leave their impressions on me. i sometimes ask for forgiveness, from myself. it's hard. really hard. but you got to. so seek it, and grant it. you deserve it.
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‘no i didn’t forgive you
out of love
mercy or sympathy
i forgave because
i knew i would
need to be forgiven
by someone like me
and if i kept my forgiveness
to myself
in the future
that someone like me
would also keep
their forgiveness
and it would
kill me’ — forgiveness 🌿 // poetry
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“I forgive you. Not for you, but for me. Because like chains shackling me to the past I will no longer pollute my heart with bitterness, fear, distrust or anger. I forgive you because hate is just another way of holding on, and you don’t belong here anymore.”
— Beau Taplin // F o r g i v e n e s s
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My arteries are clogged with the bitterness of your farewell words
The painful memories and resentment lingering as they sink into my very core
Spreading like a lethal venom that devours my air and joy
I cannot carry this oppressive burden anymore.
Let’s make peace with the past and let us forget those unkind words
Wounds of the hearts.
Bitter words.
A. M.
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