Refuge, wings What would happen if we stopped seeing shapes and patterns, visions and imagery? These are our lifeblood. What if music, art, and poetry stop existing? And what happens to friendship and love when it’s questioned too much? I’m full of love, loving; and we’re lovely, love’s devotion. | How are we here? And…
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we are enough Our hands and hearts form a circle, a singing chorus, and a bright rhythm. When the patterns and laws faded, we found hope in the chaos. We found hope in the colors; jet black, blue-black, something like charcoal or ink or glossy black paint; deep brown, like the bark of a tree;…
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A cabinet, a bookshelf, an alter My wooden bookshelf in my bedroom was once a cabinet of sorts in the kitchen; it’s where my mom used to store onions and potatoes. I removed it from the kitchen, cleaned it off, and now it’s in my bedroom where I use it to store books, notebooks, and…
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The future is often unknown. And the journey to one’s final destination is magnificent. I once saw in a documentary about Vincent van Gogh that he, having once been a minister, spoke of life as “a pilgrimage in which man seeks god along a lonely, difficult path.” I thought that was extremely accurate; that’s what…
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I have access to a wealth of imprints in my mind I have a sentimental memory that I half-retained; it’s a memory I can’t fully formulate. Happy memories keep me alive! But is it healthy to keep looking back? Should I look around me and in me, instead? Should I be aware of my future…
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Ode to my new academic program I feel I’m right back where I started. Studying psychology is a completion of the picture. The picture was blurry and its corners were faded. Now it’s like a crystal, a sentimental piece of jewelry, or a Polaroid with the image indiscernible, yet romantic and full of feeling and…
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I don’t really understand most things in life. It was hard to simply make it this far. No one knows why anything happens. I hope things go much better in the future. I get paralyzed by negative emotions; fear, worry, anger, indignation. Most of what I do or say will hardly matter 100 years from…
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elements, essential substances Spending my waking hours on my daily chores and errands gives me a certain clarity and purpose. I spent eight years getting through college. I don’t know why I didn’t just drop out halfway and look for greener pastures, something more hands-on, something more fulfilling for me. I’m often impulsive, but I…
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We’re the last ones left, you and me—the ones who aren’t about drama. I thought I left the drama in high school, in college, in petty circles at my faith group in my neighborhood—my temple, my mosque and faith-based community. But no; drama is everywhere, you can’t avoid it. As long as there are people,…
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Like a mouse running on a wheel, you don’t know why you’re not getting anywhere. You run harder and faster; it gets maniacal. Every so often you get depressed and fed up, so you take a break, a breather; you stop running and rest for a while. You guess that that’s the way it is,…
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