Bird Call

Poetry
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Like the Autumn Leaves

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Busy In Wonder

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Who would have thought?

Poetry
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In The Name Of Gratitude

Poetry
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I saw,

I heard,

I wrote as the world

Continued to tilt.

Through chaos new lines

Were built,

Through tears

New pastures grew.

I sat still to study you,

So with words I could honour you

For all of the things that brothers do.

The things no others would do.

And for that I’m grateful.

Asya Valentine, BusyInWonder

Paper Cuts

Poetry
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10:43am – The Human Tapestry

Insight, philosophy, thoughts

These last few years I have really started to understand how connected we all are. The worst idea to capture humanity is the idea that we are individuals, the notion that their can be individual joy that ignores the collective. It’s not possible to exist in a vacuum, nor is it desirable. It is the shallowness of ego, the delusion that you, I, or we alone matter.

I see now the reality of connectivity, that I exists solely in my relation to others. Whether that be in the immediate effect, with friends, loved ones and family, or in the more abstract sense of the child who knits my socks. It’s not to say that we cannot be different, but it’s to say that our joy is universal and our pain is ordinary. The hopes, dreams and desires that you hold are held in many hearts just like yours. Just like mine.

In ways, we are like one life. For nothing exists on its own, yet we choose to live in ignorance of one another, we choose to see our struggle as a recluse, instead of the rallying cry for justice in our shared experience. But choices are ours to make, so choices are ours to change.

Asya Valentine, Busy In Wonder

The Way You Made It – NHE Tales

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BusyInWonder: 2021 Proverb #1

Poetry

The more I sit and ponder,

The less my thought wander,

The simpler my wonder,

As I’m humbled by age.

We all have hopes,

Delusions of grandeur,

To mask our simplicity

And act as an anchor;

To illusions drawn

In the prison of individuality,

Yet we all become aware,

Even if gradually.

That our pain is ordinary,

A promise from life

And no one soul is special,

Not even mine

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A Stolen Song

Poetry
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Here’s a tale of a few,

A trodden path,

A told tale

Of broken bonds,

A folk tale,

A stolen song.

You shaped his soul,

He took your breath,

You lost your time

And he lost his head.

One went that day

Yet both hearts wept.

Your spirits left.

His soul is dead.