I had to delete the photograpthy folder as it reached its size limit.
No worries though, as i opened a new folder, so re-submit to this folder...or not.
Other side.Suffering doesn't make you wiser, you have to turn it into wisdom first. First you've got to make peace with it, even if it is for a brief moment. Drop the struggle, the running away and the denial. Know it is there for a reason, then we get to see what does our soul wants to learn through it. No experience comes into our life, unless it is absolutely essential. When we can see that, we only end up bitter, in despair or resentful. If you are, then you didn’t use your suffering to grow. You didn’t let it show you, your light. Instead, you let it make you darker, as you became comfortable in victimhood and righteousness, even though it is the most uncomfortable cross to bear. Let go, resurrect.Other side. by Image-heart
Suffering is an inevitable part of human existence, but growth is always a choice, always. Suffering is just the vehicle. Don’t cling to it. When you reach the other shore, drop it. You are not your story.
The mind cannot solve your life or heal you. At best, when still and clear
Some Broken PeopleSome broken people can hurt you without thoughtSome Broken People by Rifle1980
But believe me when I say it’s not their fault
With an open wound as delicious as yours
It would be a shame not to rub in the salt
So why do you insist on shaking that girl
Do you like playing the martyr on your knees?
Acting like you’re a paragon of purity
Well today that purity feels ripe for disease
Some broken people cry not knowing what for
Have sympathy as they weren’t born with black hearts
Like you and I they have grey matter in their brain
But their thoughts are a great distance from dark
So why do you insist on hitting that girl
When she stopped feeling many blue moons ago?
A waste of energy, like her wasted breath
When she told you that her safe word was ‘no’
Some broken people lash out without warning
At those close to them that they hold most dear
Trying to fight away those armed with feelings
Yet at the same time wishing that they were near
So why do you insist on leaving that girl?
Fig TreeThe sharp spicy-sweet smell of the fig tree in the neighbor’s yardFig Tree by greystarlight
Takes me back to the beginning.
Your parents’ crumbling cottage on the lake, with the cracked linoleum floors
And the window unit puffing weak streams of cool relief
against the pressing weight of the heat.
You worked in the shed out back.
Things were good then, or at least now I would like to believe they might have been.
Surely, there was a time when things were good.
Lighting a Matchstick Against the Howling WindI’ve seen an angel stitch a wing with a harp string.Lighting a Matchstick Against the Howling Wind by BackShelfSouvenir
Aviation swerving down to catch its reflection cleansed itself in the undercurrent.
Walking bones could steal the breath from a newborn’s lung
Quicker than you could put a hand over mouth to protest a slippery tongue.
Recluse covered in a blanket of cobwebs, bury a part of itself deep under a fingernail.
Pencil stroked alpha to the zed smeared canvas filling the belly of Atlantis.
Some are rusty dirt aqualung bottom feeders while some back up against the surface with that blowfish kiss.
Mother earth split the seven seas and Father Time’s hourglass cracked leaky salt along the path.
You see, karma’s not a bitch. She is just a lousy maidservant, who just so happened to watch you make your bed, but wasn’t willing to lay in it with you.
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