Where you go in your dreams
Is best walked barefoot.
Feel the surface you trod,hard or soft,
Rough or smooth,
Hot or cold.
Learn the truth, grounded and sure
So lies cannot find you unaware,
Unready, unable to discern
The truth you need to know
To find your way on ground that is real
And leads to the place you need to go.
A place you neither want nor expect
But need to be. The temple of honesty.
Barefoot. Grounded. Free.
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Bodies and words awake at 4 a.m.
have no respect for the woman I am.
A review of conscience
is all well and good.
It reminds me of all that I should.
But, forgets who I am
and that I am doing
all that I could,
and not doing
all that I would
if I were not who I am.
Too tired, too little, too late,
thoughts fly sky high
as life passes me by.
Two women sit here together,
the me and the I.
One who knows her self,
a self which few surmise.
The other one who shares
her thoughts, to her surprise.
No rest this dark night.
Tomorrow comes with the light.
I sit in the darkness
and wait for the sun to rise.
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You became someone else
While I was turned away,
head buried in books
refusing to lift eyes off the page.
Years of study in silent solitude
drew me far away
from the truth that is you.
You, the girl inside,
hidden from view.
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