A Poem: The Forest Black Roots
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A Poem: The Forest Black Roots

Irrelevant thoughts exposed in the breaths that pass.

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A Poem: The Forest Black Roots
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There are times where our inner sight

goes forest black.

Where there is no direct path to which we step...

eventually, we locate our true self.

We understand where we thrive and where we feel most at home.

This is our place...

our place to take a breath.

The lingering thoughts around no longer matter.

Irrelevant thoughts share no home with who YOU are.

Fuck irrelevancy.

Sharing the interlocked path with the stranger who mirrors your intent is welcomed, it becomes your strength.

The irrelevant negativity that grows from the roots of the forest black tress, blossoms into the light that we need in order to consume happiness.

We will trip over these emerging roots, however, this is not the intent.

The intent is to get back on our path,

to unfold from within,

to understand that these strangers that walk by all have a purpose, they all feel what you feel;

the exposure of their breath as they connect

to your side

slips past your neck.

Don't be fooled by the false darkness that

slithers and hides

between the crevices of the roots...

it is irrelevant.

STRIVE
IN 
THE
LIGHT


Much love,

XOXO

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