
philosophy
Busy In Wonder
Insight, philosophy, Poem, Poetry, thoughts, UncategorizedSprings Winter
Insight, philosophy, Poem, Poetry, thoughts, UncategorizedWho would have thought?
PoetryIn The Name Of Gratitude
Poetry
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 Iβm grateful.
Asya Valentine, BusyInWonder
Paper Cuts
Poetry10:43am – The Human Tapestry
Insight, philosophy, thoughtsThese 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. Itβs 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. Itβs not to say that we cannot be different, but itβs 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
Insight, philosophy, Poem, Poetry, thoughts, UncategorizedA Thousand More
PoetryThe Forever Oath
PoetryI continue in service of memory,
My debt settled in honour,
For the light that pierced
Through horror.
For in the abyss, the
Concrete desert lived a nomad.
A fitting place for
The truly deserted.
A modest life,
One riddled with burden,
A soul littered in pain,
Yet it was love you worshiped.
In that shadow I lurk,
In your shadow I learnt,
Now in your honour I work
And your memory I serve.
Asya Valentine, Busy In Wonder
