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Impermanence ~ the I and We<\/em><\/strong>
\u00a0
I Love you.
That\u2019s all I know.
I think I know
a lotta things
but I don\u2019t.
In actuality
I know very little.
But I know this:
I Love you.
\u00a0
Sometimes
there is great
freedom in
surrender.\u00a0 So ~
I surrender.
To impermanence.
\u00a0
Emotional turmoil
keeps me stirred up ~
away from Love.
Like a wall
I can\u2019t scale:
a lock
I can\u2019t pick.
Spikes in my heart.
My Scared Heart?
A slow burn of
grief and sorrow.
\u00a0
I believe we are made
to exist within
Love.\u00a0 To Love
and to be
Loved.\u00a0 Otherwise,
nothing balances.
We TILT like the
pinball machine
I learned to
play in college.
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Lights flash
whistles shriek
everything
happens at once
and we get scared.
We become like
that machine ~
we freak out ~
I freak out
outta control.
\u00a0
Impermanence:
nothing lasts forever.
And why should it?
Within \u2018forever\u2019 exists
laziness, predictability,
contentment, lack of passion.
We become but
shadows of our truest Beings.
\u00a0
The \u2018good\u2019 stuff
comes and goes.
Does that mean
the \u2018bad\u2019 stuff
comes and stays?!
We get what we
need when we
need it and are
ready to experience
and process it.
Impermanence.
\u00a0
Wanna play?
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7-26-2017
Edit 4-13-2018\/7-17-2020
By Barbara Helvey Hughes for Peter McKinnon<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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