I am sorry, please,
forgive me for hurting you
my ego is mean.

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Allow reparation
in the now and forever
performing better.

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So hard to be
humble when pride
is free with my speech.

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Messages in dreams
be more loving toward friends
put Leo pride down.

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A tight leash
It’s always a tug of war
when wearing a collar.

The empty floating bowl
my mind -
the yellow moon
my tides -
I am drawing near
pulling away…

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I choose a light voice
it comes when called
offering songs and poetry.

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My silence contains shadows lurking within quiet crevices
praying for mercy between dreams
the struggle with solitude
caught and becoming the web
I linger, I justify, I succumb to fear.

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Who succumbs?
It’s the ego who fights
Words eventually tire
Creation gets dull and offers no inspiration…

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Stripped naked, turning to the deathless glow
I see doors opening to my soul
at the place where my humble heart sits
a pause, a breath, and a shift.

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As a child who knows only devotion and care
(even in her sleep)
We are that yellow moon floating there
on a pulsing sea cradled by mountains
chanting still with the Ancients.