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Humanity Constellation

yesterday I worked without being able to control myself I thought I was a guy in a pot of clouds coming out of one of the earth frightened at midnight the endless midnight and I stretched out my hands to catch him to run I fell asleep tired stolen into nothingness almost morning you opened my eyes to me in new burrows your eyes dripped over my writing mangoes and we smell the holiday smell tens of shining stars I, a restless animal, run away from home I was picking on love we sweeten your footsteps, the footsteps of humanity caught from flight to flight the wonder rolled through the reverberated circles echoes where unseen how many thousands of years in the unknown how many days on earth small and scared will they fit into your arms? suddenly I was ashamed of my fear I answered I kept quiet and went on with my life where I left her trapped no, I'm not a child left, even if my heart that's how it felt one day I cried out in nothing and dozens of lights went on, dozens of houses and = have opened the doors for me I have a long journey to do joining in a drawing outlined from one to the other our lives in one

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Date: 12/26/2019 5:12:00 PM
Gorgeously done. Your feelings are keenly calling to the reader, my friend.
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Camelia Radu
Date: 12/27/2019 9:42:00 AM
thank you, Caren :)
Date: 12/26/2019 4:15:00 PM
very deep and personal poem.. you expressed it with great emotions...
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Camelia Radu
Date: 12/27/2019 9:41:00 AM
well, Silent one, you talk to me, thank you I appreciate
Date: 12/26/2019 3:17:00 PM
I really liked this poem! Love the interconnectivity that you bring to light. I felt like there is the bodily self, and then there was this moment of transcendental self on a search with questions. What leaves me wondering from this awesome piece is that there is a point that the Divine will show us in exploration, and then it seems like there is a point where we leave some of the puzzle pieces inside the mystery, grabbing only the ones we need (or can carry). Then the return to the concrete.
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Camelia Radu
Date: 12/26/2019 4:06:00 PM
Thank you very much for this in-depth analysis of my poetry. The truth is that our self cannot be embraced, but only touched. At least psychoanalysis says so. we really take our energy from this touch, but the mystery is not revealed to us except through archetypes, these being, after all, what we all have pushed into the collective unconscious for centuries, but the mystery remains a mystery. what path could we follow to catch more? one would be poetry, isn't it?
Date: 12/26/2019 2:40:00 PM
echoes where unseen... that was my fav line. Well written piece. Merry Christmas and God Bless your New Year. Ann
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Camelia Radu
Date: 12/26/2019 2:47:00 PM
God Bless your New Year, too! Merry Christmas, Ann! Thank you ........

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