What We Call The World

We take a handful of sand from the endless landscape of awareness around us and call that handful of sand the world. ~Robert M. Pirsig

I open to this new experience
though I feel fear. That’s just an artifact
from ruins. The sun’s intense, convinces
me to stay in love despite your intractable

stance, your clamoring–I project
this all so I can see you’re mirroring
what I once named toxic. Now I respect
what’s real when our triggers commence roaring.

Isn’t this life wild? Riding our passions
leads us to flow. We sing in joy and praise
the true foundation of our compassion
when we cease fighting and enjoy our days.

Nights we spend pondering constellations.
Planets hang low, the waxing moon unites
focused love. Put down the sky app. Listen
to harmony above.  Allow delights.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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