Walls Come Down

personal spiritual poetry

Wednesday, 18 March 2009

loneliness
is staying
at my guest house today

and we're all trapped on planes
waiting
for our 'destination.'

a joke is cracked here
some small talk
there

Nathan at 21:21

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Lluvia22 March 2009 at 04:20
At home, my loneliness returns.
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Nathan: The blog: It is what it is. I hope to bring people back to themselves- to who they really are. But only they can know that. This is a movement away from thought, to feeling. It is a move away from structures in which distractions are embedded. Both in writing and reading, we are peeling away at what we are not. What's underneath? What's underneath? We need a willingness to see things directly, for what they are. Through the words, I hope to signpost to a feeling beyond the words that each of us can come to know through direct experience. I hope you like it, but perhaps that doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if you 'understand it' or not. It's more about what you feel. Comments welcome!

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