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a reason
Isaiah 55:11 : so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what i desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.


about
i hope my words are strange and wondrous,
like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,
so that we can all stop and
listen


intertext

tai
lu
mikan
janice
qiao
dawn



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  a busy week
there are weeks you get to the end of,
only to look back and wonder what the hell you were doing all week.

time is a bit of a blur sometimes,
and we get consumed completely by all that needs to be done in the ever present battle of prioritizing, figuring out who we are, and what the reason we do anything really is.

so i'm sitting here,
in a cozy little den,
listening to some wonderful music,
wondering how to be present and savour the moment.

it is okay that this moment remains unshared.
solitude seems to cloak itself in folds of the profound.
and it is velvet against my cheek,
like carpet against my feet.


there is magic in my fingertips tonight,
and although the day tomorrow holds many things,
at least in this moment,
all is still.

i am still.


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