{you and trust} after the violent sunset, i lie here restless, upon crumpled leaves, hidden caves reveal reality, all of these stars and us, all i need is you and trust. –e.l. jayne
Question of the Day – No. 514 — Pointless Overthinking
In the spirit of Easter, let’s talk about forgiveness—forgiveness with the most important relationship you can have. How difficult do you find it to forgive yourself? . . E. L. Jayne’s blog can be found here. Question of the Day – No. 514 — Pointless Overthinking
Question of the Day – No. 512 – Pointless Overthinking
“If you ask a thousand people if they want to be rich, every one except the poet and the mystic will say yes.” -BR If someone asked you if you wanted… Question of the Day – No. 512
‘how can worlds like these simply cease to exist altogether?’
“I wonder everyday whether she still exists. a person whom one has loved seems altogether too significant a thing to simply vanish altogether from the world. A person whom one loves is a world, just as one knows oneself to be a world. How can worlds like these simply cease altogether?” –Steven Pinker
{bereft an answer} poem x e.l. jayne
{bereft an answer} pink light reflects off the granite mountains, if I had all the answers, I would surely act accordingly, today, I have only reality, and I cannot play with that. life hurts less when you see it for what it is. when will i look back, and not have the urge to rewrite…
To give, or to not give, 100% of yourself? — Pointless Overthinking
My latest post on the Pointless Overthinking blog.
{the paralysis of i don’t know} poem x e.l. jayne
{the paralysis of i don’t know}poem x e.l. jayne succumbed to the sheer solidity, of failing to forecast the future, we permit the moment to paralyze us. life grants us our freedom of choices, yet the inherit fear of failing forces us to a standstill, which, to be explicit, is an automatic forfeit. sometimes, skin…
{sapience}
{sapience} why do i think writing is a worthy pastime? putting my thoughts on paper, will help someone overcome theirs? words are air; nothing of sustenance can be derived from them. but my spirit confides in me otherwise. –e.l. jayne
‘…an intense and holy poetry.’
“The old Intuit say the breath of a god and the breath of a human, when commingled, cause a person to create an intense and holy poetry.” –Clarissa Pinkola Estes from Women Who Run With Wolves
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