Gravity

By Apoetic1     My position is grave. Skin pinned to these walls that keep chanting “slave.” Spirit pulled low, in spite of my levity, as this world misbehaves. Hazy is the universe, with grief-stricken eyes and a heart without verse. Got these chains hanging on words ‘cause this “freedom’s” cursed. Light shines above. Face …

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Do I contradict myself? Very well, I contradict myself. I am large…I contain multitudes. I am large. I have expanded past the bone structure nature intended. Endomorphic and engorged I have taken up more space than I am deemed worthy of…than I have deemed myself worthy of. While my self-control is judged lacking by those …

On Living and Dying Day 28 by Soul Seeker

The New Arrivals  by Soul Seeker of A Peek Within   They were 4 teensy weensy new arrivals in our community. I often saw them together when I took my dog for a walk. They would all be there, with that petrified look in their eyes. All curled up together one upon another in the …

On Living and Dying Day 27 by Anuradha Prasad

Death, she smells of sweet roses by Anuradha Prasad of Zennfish   A faint smell of stale flowers and mildew scented the air. There is silence. This is the silence of ends, of thousands of finalities. It is not simply the death of bodies but the death of time and of identities as we know …

On Living and Dying Day 26 by Arati de la Roziere

Recognizing the Gift  by Arati de la Roziere of Dancing to the Words   In May, 2015, I moved from the house I had lived in for 8 years to a condominium. My new place is up a flight of 18 steep steps. I soon noticed I felt uneasy, hesitant going down the stairs, and became very mindful, …

(Nearly) 42 years of Hair

My mom, over at Living Learning and Letting Go, and our friend Kathie at Chosen Perspectives, both did very fun Hair posts recently, detailing their hairstyles over the course of their lives.  Kathie was responding to a post by Marilyn Armstrong over at Serendipity.  Reading them, you couldn’t help but laugh, and I thought that …

On Living and Dying Day 25 by Marlena McGuigan

The Ives by Marlena McGuigan of Marsnplato   None of us survives this place. That isn’t meant to be a grim reminder of our finite nature, being in a body and all; rather, it is a meant to be a reminder that we can choose how to live with the time we have. We can go …

Chronic Fatigue Syndrome: A Disease of Spiritual Despair?

by Karuna of Living, Learning and Letting Go   Reading Kripa Gressel’s contribution to The Seeker’s Dungeon’s On Living and Dying event yesterday reminded me of events in my life that occurred more than twenty years ago. August of 1994 brought with it something I dreaded: the symptoms heralding a Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (CFS) relapse. …

On Living and Dying Day 24 by Kripa Gressel

Home by Kripa Gressel of A Thing of Grace   “I want to go home. I want to go home. I just want to go home…” This has been a wish of mine since my first memories. That desperate, inconsolable desire to return to a place of safety and comfort, where I don’t feel alienated from anything. It’s …

Restless Spirit

I’ve locked my restless spirit within the cage of my commitment – like a sentinel it paces, watching the world unfold beyond it’s reach – to be more than the minion of my desires’ every whim, – never seeking to be taught, never bothering to teach – counting them up one by one, let only …