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Our deepest selves


markdohle

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Our deepest selves

People will often hope for a place of rest,

but then if found, is only for a short time,

the word pilgrim is not always a pleasant one,

but in the end we are all on a journey,

and time the road we travel on.

To hate that reality is to go against raw fact,

and the truth is that we are moving,

rapidly towards 'something',

that faith and doubt dance with.

...

Our deepest longings are they real,

the inner thirst that we carry will it be quenched,

our desire to be ‘seen’ and loved totally, possible?

Human longings thirst and desire,

flow from one place;

our deepest selves;

a compass of sorts to guide us forward

on our pilgrimage,

until the road ends

and another pilgrimages begins.

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Sometimes being told you are loved by someone can be more satisfying than anything else and makes everything else more satisfying.

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Sometimes being told you are loved by someone can be more satisfying than anything else and makes everything else more satisfying.

Yes, for me to be seen is a part of being loved...

Peace

mark

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Speaking of love...

Pass the hours of my breath

Behind the silence of our gaze

Yet, next to me you stay -- 'til death?

Why should we bend our ways!

The thought of past I bury

Now secret clings without remorse

In your eyes of blue -- the story

Running its winding course

Call it what you will, I fear

For time is all we have, they say

Mending heart I carry, my Dear

Absolves the end of day

Tomorrow is a lifetime

Dwarfed by the slowness of your pace

Though longing glance betrays, sweet sign

Of passion I embrace

Just sharing.

Peace.

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Hi aryannatimothy,

When I wrote it, I was at a bittersweet stage of my life. Now, the poem has a more melancholy tinge to it; nevertheless, I have a hopeful and practical nature. Life is not always sad, so I tell myself. For instance, I received an email yesterday evening that good fortune is on its way, but still, my heart feels empty. 'Tis the nature of living, I suppose.

Thank you for your thoughts.

Peace.

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