finicky vibes leave me cold as I look to grow In relationships not get lost in spaces that are not mine and where I don’t want to be meet me somewhere in the open where we revel in each other’s presence unshackled and burden-free where we rise to meet the other and scale new peaks
Blame it on the Moon by VJ Knutson
Indira’s take on the Exploration Challenge!
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #74
PROMPT
The prompt this week is a collage. Pick any one element of it (a picture or quote), or more and let the thoughts flow. The choice is yours.
I beg to differ
Not everyone is a moon
With dark side to hide
Maybe with few flaws
Visible or invisible
Nothing which
A little attention
Awareness or a strong cannot mend
Maybe
They are Stars
small or big
bright or dim
or
A small candle
Perhaps
Giving light to others
Burning till the wax melts
Divine blessing indeed
coming out of shells took forever remnants of the struggle imprinted on my existence memories - like a sharp stab in the heart of will power pull me back till an inner light shines my bowl is full, footsteps firm I eye the mountain peaks to be scaled - and march on with renewed vigor
A perspective on the dark side ….. by Michael
“Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody”. Mark Twain.
It’s a matter of perception sometimes as to what we consider our dark side. Most of us are not serial killers, thieves or vagabonds, we go through life doing the best we can aware, if we are perceptive enough, to realise we are all capable of dark deeds in dark places. It’s called being human.
But some do have an obvious dark side, a penchant for doing wrong, committing sins which injure others and generally appearing to have no regard for the people around them.
I think its easy for others to point the finger at us and tell us when they believe we have done wrong. Judging others is a pastime for some, often as a means of masking their own failures.
I stopped for a while to consider what a dark…
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Stirred …… by VJ Knutson
Unheralded,
an apparition
in white –
wings enveloping,
uplifting
soul cries,
voiceless,
powerless –
no pause
on perfection
she follows coastlines
while I travel roads,
fades from view
her shadow lingers,
wraps me in melancholy
one minute of rapture –
enough to make me mourn.
(Inspired by the sudden appearance of an egret while shooting this image. Submitted for Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt: roads, and Reena’s Exploration challenge: one minute.)
I entered into unknowing,
yet when I saw myself there,
without knowing where I was,
I understood great things;
I will not say what I felt
for I remained in unknowing
transcending all knowledge.— a story by Leonard in response to the Exploration Challenge
It’s 8:00 p.m. and minus 16 degrees. I make my rounds through all the known haunts trying to entice the wraiths into the warm. The homeless, ghosts of their former selves, clinging to their meagre coverings, shivering on top of subway grates, in doorways and on park benches. I give a cheery smile, with words of allurement. It’s nice and warm at the shelter. Wouldn’t you rather be warm till this cold spell breaks. Try it, just for the night. My words are met with a grunt and they turn their face from me. Just like God has.
I return to the shelter at 10:00 p.m. just before closing. I give my report to the Director, give a cheery wave to the occupants drinking their hot chocolate and start for home…
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The far side ... by Eugenia
Michael's prompt “The circle of an empty day is brutal and at night it tightens around your neck like a noose.” Elena Ferrante – “The Days of Abandonment”. Here's my shadorma emptiness overtakes me, when I fail to look within find hidden treasures embedded – the deepest self
Sigh! ...... by Deepa
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