always searching,
wandering, seeking,
for something else,
for somewhere else
shoulders in,
heart guarded,
never feeling
a sense of belonging
never at home
even in
my own body
until
in the space
filled with intention
(and sometimes incense)
standing
with other bodies,
other seekers,
other warriors
feet planted,
rooted
to
the
ground
arms and legs
straight and strong
heart open ( )
my mind
stills
as my body moves
energy coursing
through my body
who would have thought
that there might be
a sweet pleasure
in simply
standing | |
(simply – for one’s self)
or that
a home might be
not just sweet
but strong
built
by being
(in alignment)
that
coming back
to my body
(yes, my body!)
would be
a coming home
(a coming hOme)
to
myself
.
About the Creator
G Purnama
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Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
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THE POOR BOY
In the bustling heart of the city, where the rhythm of life moves with the haste of hurried footsteps and the cacophony of voices mingles with the symphony of car horns, there exists a world hidden from the casual observer—a world inhabited by those who dwell in the shadows of prosperity, their struggles overlooked amidst the glittering façade of urban opulence.
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