
solitude gently embraces blends into my being effortlessly generating awareness source of all restlessness lies outside and then, I think experience to enhance the value warmth of being alone holds others at its centre with all their dissonance, consonance music it generates light that emanates from an inner glow reflects searing suns somewhere out there I’m not others-centered but awareness is incomplete without those dreaded others

We are your dreaded others that you cannot live without! I love it!
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Agree 😀 Thanks for being where you are!
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I haven’t always felt this way, Reena, but I do now, and love the way your poem speaks, gently and honestly. Sometimes I dread the dissonance and consonance of those dreaded others!
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Glad you could relate at some point. Thank you, Kim!
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Yes, the ending was absolutely perfect.
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Thank you so much!
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Excellent–love the ending.
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Thank you!
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You’re most welcome 🙂
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I think this is the hermit’s viewpoint… I hope you find some few less-dreaded others… we need both in life I think
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We need all to complete experience. Life is the result of how we interpret it.
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Nice last stanza about those dreaded others and incomplete awareness.
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Thank you, Frank!
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Beautiful!!
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Thank you, Suzette!
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sleep
sand
in my eyes
bitter dregs
with which to rise~
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