Next Chapter Please

By: Just myself
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I love the thought of January 1st. New year, new chapter, fresh new start. Seems brand new, CLEAN unblemished somehow. Like early morning after a fresh snow fall, when the air is clear and the birds are still sleeping and the world is brand new, not a track, not a blemish. The moment you step outside and the cold hits you in the face, awaking wonder. As you walk the snow crunching under your feet, making a new trail, a new memory, in the new day. Creating, seeing, feeling, living, loving, shining. An illusion of newness! Hope bursts out, possibilities, dreams, goals. This chapter, this year, this month, this day: living in this moment, this place this time, tomorrow seems so far away.

somewhere in the contrast

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morning breaks, the sun shines again in the cool fresh air,

alighting on the branches of the cedar hedge as if the warm glow was coming from within, instead of from out and above

the black squirrel lay silently still, dead on the ground, in the soft green grass, once scurrying to it’s destination, now arriving at the end

so beautiful, so sad, so bright, so harsh

fleeting emotions flush across my psyche, so wonderful, so sad, so hopeful, so final

why do we always have to live in such a state, happy, radiant, ecstatic, intense, worried, angry,

like a dance, a dance to a music that is audible only to oneself, but visible to those brave enough to observe a long period to see through the curtains on the stage of my heart, in that moment they might part to see truly inside

the moment the internal dancer pauses the performance, stops fighting the script, and allows the joy, the sorrow, the pain, the passion to embrace, to complete, to set a new stage to feel deeper, to experience more to accompany the reality of the contrast of life,

high highs, lowest depths of despair, without the contrast where lies the joy

Joy comes in the mourning!

Beautiful but you dare not touch! somewhere in the contrast!