Grey

Joined July 2022

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The world is not black and white, nor is it grey. It is vibrant and filled with color, saturated to the point of bursting. As are we, the human experience beyond comprehension or definition. We are, we be, and we write. Portals to the soul.

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Sweet Fruit
When the breath catches, the back arches And time becomes a veil Nothing can take that away, and my lovers, Oh how they float between time
By Grey 4 years ago in Poets
Juice
Tangerine juice spills down my chin I’m staring, mouth open in wonderment At the way the sun is shining through the glass
By Grey 4 years ago in Poets
The portal of the mirror
Physicality is just another language One of trust, expression, rawness How will I choose to communicate? What is my body’s truth? Bliss. Ease. Light.
By Grey 4 years ago in Poets
Roots
As I sit here and watch the incense smoke dance through my space, I realize that the smoke just is. It doesn’t judge itself for changing, it doesn’t resist the environment that acts upon it, it just is. And it’s beautiful- every moment, soothing my nerves, reminding me of the power of impermanence. Sometimes I wonder if life is one big embodiment of impermanence- chaos shoving me out of homes and relationships, only to look back and find so much joy. Joy in dark spaces, like a seedling hatching and knowing which way is up, towards the light.
By Grey 4 years ago in Poets
Bliss
You’ve been on my mind Some days sprinting laps, dancing wildly Others sitting quietly, curious about my workings And yet I know I hold that same space
By Grey 4 years ago in Poets
Returning
When coming home isn’t the same as a homecoming When the light shines through the window, same as before Is it truly the same? Can it ever truly be the same?
By Grey 4 years ago in Poets

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