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THE EXQUISITE ART OF READING

Pause, lean back, take a breath — the one that fills the center of your chest — and enter the quiet art of reading.

~ because, rushing is no fun

What am I?

A little smile, some courage, a handful of love and thoughts floating like clouds.

The sun was too bright, the moon lit up, the cool light filled me with brilliance and my hope built up. I felt like a shining star, ready to dazzle, then I saw life with eyes wide open and pushed away everything dull.

There's a a world of wonder in my heart and I realise its so amazing how unique I am- layered now on top of all the comforting similarities. My thoughts wander, is this uniqueness at the core or is it like the cherry on top of the cake. Do we discover it by peeling each layer away to realise the foundation, structure, system is at the base and this streak of uniqueness is held by this structure? 

There would possibly be different perspectives or approaches, but what matters is right now it feels like there are two parts to it-  One, that's intertwined through this structure, through the system of this structure, like the blood that runs through the veins. Two- a layer like an invisible skin that is distinctively me.

It's not about who I am or an attempt to find an identity, rather a detached awareness and comprehension of the wonder that one is.

And on that note - what a wonderful world it is!

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Write me a letter,

No a song is better.

Sing it to me, like the desperate winds.

Then I'll spin,

Get carried away,

And never will we,

Be the same again.

~Whirlwinds in Poems by Dee