The Spiral Library
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An organized collection of musings, inspiration, creation, questions, answers, thoughts, feelings, and more.
Poem №010
I’m going back
to the place we first called home.
I’m going back
to find what was lost.
I’m going back
to scoop her up.
I’m going back
to hold her close.
I’m going back
to remind her I never really left.
I’m going back
to set us free.
I’m going back
to the wild.
Poem №009
She moved so fast
A bolt of lightning
I couldn’t understand.
I hid you deep
To numb the pain
And there you stayed.
Decades later
You’re crying out:
Bring me home again.
If ever there was a story without a shadow, it would be a myth.
For a long time I thought this was the goal: To live without the shadows, sorrow and fear, pain and suffering. I believed in a place where only sunshine and happiness existed. And this was no place I knew of and in that belief I was broken.
“You find peace not by rearranging the circumstances of your life, but by realizing who you are at the deepest level.”
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Eckhart Tolle