Feeling

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I am wrong to the point that I am right. I am right to the point that I am wrong. I am chaotic, capricious, and unwieldy. You will fight to define me, only for me to transform into something else entirely. You will try to find the words, and they will narrowly scratch the surface. Do not try Reason with me, for I am Feeling.

– Astral Moonbeam

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The Smörgåsbord

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The Smörgåsbord of Life. Some dishes are so delectable, you lick the bowl clean, some only meriting a spoonful, once or twice. On occasion, there is the surprise of bitters or brine. At times, a cloying sweetness. We come to find that Everything tastes better when we enjoy it All Together.

– Astral Moonbeam

Let Love In

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Yes, please tell me more about all the ways in which I ‘differ’ from you. You are just ignoring that there is no difference, except that which you create based on your ‘Individual’ perception. You want to compare and look down your nose at others. Try Love; a hug, a smile, a laugh. It’s worth more than your pride and tastes sweeter than your shame, and it makes everyone richer for it.

– Astral Moonbeam

Sleeplessness

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Tossing and turning. Swept about, enduring the onslaught of restless waves, attempting to navigate the ocean of Slumber. Devoured in the swell, and brought ashore, to the island of Sleeplessness, where the undulating surf whispers a soothing lullaby, yet I cannot heed its call. With heavy eyelids, I gaze out over the horizon, anticipating the first play of radiant light.

– Astral Moonbeam

Exhale

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I feel as if I am constantly being exhaled, like the breath of a sigh, descending. I imagine I am the sound a snowflake makes upon meeting the earth. I am an ice cube melting in the sun, and the leaves swaying in the breeze, dancing dizzily. Ineffably intoxicated by the sweetness of life; devoured by it.

– Astral Moonbeam

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The Artist

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Each colorful brushstroke against canvas, like a hammer forging a blade, shaping the image. I go over and over it again, steadily sharpening the edges, ensuring the right proportions, adjusting the balance; until I have crafted a weapon so enduring, it pierces the heart without complaint, and surprises you with the brilliance of your own insides.
– Astral Moonbeam

Featured art – artist unknown