Sweet embrace

Shelter of home

Deep within

Beyond fear

Beyond unknown

Beauty eternal

Rising to surface

Intimate illumination

Contrary to loneliness

What was once vacant

Alone and craving

Now lush

With belonging

Wings of shelter

Open to the world

Silence carries my smile


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Turn your face to the sun


“Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope or confidence. No pessimist ever discovered the secret of the stars, or sailed to an uncharted land, or opened a new doorway for the human spirit.

The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.

Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow. Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, there in to be content… I seldom think of my limitations and they never make me sad. Perhaps there is just a touch of yearning at times; but it is vague, like a breeze among flowers.

To keep our faces to toward change, and behave like free spirits in the presence of fate is strength undefeatable.”

Helen Keller.

If Helen Keller could express this way, without sight, without hearing, who had to learn to communicate … who are we that have the blessings of all of these things, or even partial blessing of these senses, taken as given by so many, to doubt ourselves? Challenge for the week for me to truly behave like a free spirit.

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Drowning, saturated in grief, in beauty. Paradoxes suffocate me. Which is the path of the righteous? (Decide errant, decide and walk head held high.) Decadent as I am I suffer. I weep; I flail against the immoral against the indignant, the dishonest. I ache only for truth, depth of honesty a heart full of justice. Yet as human I choose. Yet as sentient being we exist within the subjective. What is truth if each will forever see, hear, feel, know within ones self only? If God is truth then God’s ultimate weakness was the gift of freewill to his ultimate diabolical creation. I deeply despise causing harm. Yet daily it occurs beneath my accidental touch and within me inconsequentially. Humans, so deep, so empowered with higher faculty yet we are fragile, emotionally wrought and selfish, or selfless, creatures still ruled by base desires. I ache, I ache most for a sweet mind to share the self in trust, nil deception, my face can tell no lie, my heart or body none either. That any hurt be suffered by my hand… death to part of my soul. Take my beauty, feed from my love, take my soft speech close to breast, suffer no more for there is no need… empathy our only gateway into one another, beyond the subjective. Nurture this organ of communication beyond all others that we can reach within another to understand, comfort, inspire, love and find nourishment and perhaps even contentment.

Words & Image by Errant Satiety
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