Some days you swallow a crocodile
Other days a crocodile swallows you
Each day nestles delight and pain
Eternal is not promised
But profound strength of human spirit
Reflects truth. Never give up!
The fight for own sanity can be ferocious
But I dare face the crocodile head on.
I’m so close, I may look distant. So completely mixed with you, I may look separate. So out in the open, I appear hidden. So silent, because I am constantly talking with you. ~ Rumi
note: Fresh poem coming out in September.
I thought of war and peace
not the one of Tolstoy
but self-limiting beliefs
shying away from light, when already
a black dot swimming in a white sea.
To what lengths one would go;
shrink to fit a predesigned frame?
I thought of war โ
I thought of peace.
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