Have you ever wondered how is it that we can just move through all of this matter?
Just continue pushing on
Some things we’ve made be able to move faster through all of this bullshit
And the faster they move the further the waves of vibration they make
And because we’ve desensitized generations of generations to this city life
We never really notice these nuances ..
These moments where you can really pause time just to listen and feel the movements of matter around you
These moments that connect you with nature and humanity around you
Interconnectedness
One of all
All of one
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Zahrah Blom
Afro-Indigenous
NYC
Mother
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Creator
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Seer
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Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munsona day ago in Fiction
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