To Burn My Bridges

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why can I not let go
of what is clear
can not be held
anymore

why do I grasp on still
to what no longer is
to where I no longer am
to when it can no longer be

when in some moment
outside of thinking
in rage or sadness
I burn that bridge
and lose all going back

when there is no back
what direction remains

sometimes
has the time not come
to burn my bridges

Two Wrongs

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never never
do I find the right
without going through
the all so many wrongs

never never
do I seem simply to know
how to first pick
what I will later pick last

never never
can I oh please avoid
the wretched crooked painful path
that leads only eventually to

it is
it is it seems it must
not just two
but one thousand wrongs
makes finally the right

Just Look

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to look forward
to look forward to
can it be any other
when time flows
but according to its own

to know to look forward
when I cannot tear my eyes
from looking back

in hopes to look
forward
of a different past

time flows
but according to its own
while I can hardly stop
trying to wrench times time to my own

to look forward
to look back
to spin around and round

why can I not
just look

Walk Away

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How could that moment
of vast and limitless sublime
not wake you from yourself
from these your self chosen chains

how could you not
learn, change, become

these chains
your chains
that you could so easily lose
that are begging you now
to be lost

why not
walk away

why from your lesser self
can you not just
walk away

In The Next

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i am in pain
because of before
because it is not yet

time
the most precious gift

there is no mistake
that can not be what was come from
that will not become next
there is no moment
that is not but blank
that is not both mistake
and moment of entry into the next

they are but moments
painful as they sometimes are

wherein is understanding
wherein is forgiveness
to forgive myself

the moment now
waits its determination later
by the discovery later
be it action or insight
we are what we are trying to be

it is
in the next moment
and the next
and the next

i am in pain
because of before
because of what is not yet
but even just awareness of this
could recogogize this moving towards

what is paid along the way
what is hurt along the way
is truly
worth the cost
nothing
is not built from ashes

But Where

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it is quiet here
and it is safe
this is the place
I want to be
this is the place
I need to be

in here I can be me
in here
I am safe
and it is here
it is the most me
It is possible to be

but where is this place
where it is quiet here
where is this place
that it is safe

there I will go
there I must be

but where is this place
where it is quiet here
where is this place
that it is safe

this is the place I will go
where is this place
that I must be

Which Cannot Be Spoken

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to hear words
which cannot be spoken

and see the image
that can’t be formed

to dream what might
yet stays in sleep

to know these things
beyond my self
that are yet all
within me still

to rise from quiet
what yet still fears
to have remain
what cannot stay

to be what known
in this
that is not

it is in here
these words are said

The Whole Story

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there is a focusing on the pain
and in it
there is no discovery

there is a focusing
on discovery
and in it
the pain might be belittled

neither is the one
if either is doubted

both are true
both tell the story
if the whole story be told

if the whole story be told
must not there be respect
in equal measure
for both