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Where Love Hides

Wilderness fire - where love hides

Love hides in the creases of anger and resentment,
as it clutches on to the illusion of its non-existence,
effacing and then redrawing the pain that it reluctantly mirrors,
in a self-defeating loop of fire and fuel.

I was willing to look at my own reflection,
but got lost in the self-image of past lovers and traitors,
unaware that I had allowed them to become a shadow of sorts
dragging me down the path of most resistance.

No, I did not know that love was hiding in all those places and faces
that I thought I had left behind.

But love hides everywhere.

Behind the grin of a sarcastic remark
and the sound of a fake laughter,
there is love pointing the way toward integrity
and honesty
and truth.

It also finds its way down under,
well inside your thoughts and judgments,
between the lines of the things you say,
the things you loathe,
and the things you condemn.

Dig deeper.

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Waves of Dark by Yol Swan

Darkness creeps in quietly,
like a swift, masterful thief,
resurrecting waves of pain
from unexpected places
and invisible wounds.

The present shifts into unpredictable
yet familiar ghosts
stuttering past hurts,
turning friends into enemies,
and dreams into hopelessness.

Deep secrets awaken
a recurring sense of disrepair
of promises half broken,
unrequited affections,
and deserted desires.

Wave upon wave, grief feeds
on the reflection
of its own shadow,
relentlessly seeking expectations
to bear more disappointment.

Yet from the gripping despair
of dark, empty memories
of past lifetimes and lifelines
emerges a liberating lightness
of being,
a peaceful flash of truth
whispering softly from within.
Accept.
Surrender.
Let go.

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Spiral of Time

Lotus Mudra @ Yol Swan

The spiral of time has caught up with me once more.

There is no escape. No exit in sight.

I surrender to the shadows of my past

and let love and fear flow freely.

There is nothing to hold on to.

Only the dream.

But dreams are made of more dreams

and more shadows.

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