Consciousness

A handful of earth is a mound, add some more, and it is a mountain. When the mountain is gone, the earth will remain. A bee is conscious and so am I.

m.a.

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Shelter

​Wrap me gently in your arms; your embrace drowns out the noises in my head. Shelter my soul in your tender heart, keep me from disappearing. 

m.a. 

Waves of emotion

Waves of emotion stung my heart afresh with an ache that had settled in deep corners of my soul a long time ago. Someone had accidentally unlocked the dusty room in an abandoned house I once lived in.

m.a.