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Where is your core being?What is there?

If we reach the center of our being and understand it,we are at the core of ourselves. The answers become simplified and practical. Stay still and you shall find your core being.

Pain is a Constant

Right side pain,

But I have a left side brain,

Right side hurts,

But my left fingers are alert,

My right limb aches, 

But my left limb takes, 

all the strain,

Half a body good,

Half a body bad,

A painless day, 

Is something I have never had,

There is nothing left to do,

And nothing feels right,

Eyes become weak,

My brain numbs things slight,

But,

The mind is still sane,

Pain is like the everyday ride on, the dreary daily train,

Yet, the vision is deep,

When I wake or I'm asleep,

On my right bed side and my left lamp light,

Can't bare it on one shoulder and no sweet  dreams on the other pillow side,

Pain on my right side, and strain on my left leg,

To live is the joy of life,and living life is the joy in pain.  

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I suffer from pinch nerves and numbness on my fingers, and back pain which peaks so much in winter, that I cannot turn my side and get up crying. I love to write and can type but my wrists and fingers hurt after a while, but I still do it. I cannot play tennis anymore, due to a tear inside my arm that if opened seeps fluid that causes swelling,I cannot grip a guitar anymore,nor confidently hold things and I m constantly afraid that I might drop them, but I live with it and it's normal, if you should meet me , you will never realize it because I choose to not be bothered by it and sulk because I know there are worse things that can and have happened to people. We have to live with pain with acceptance. 

The Squared Dead Squeeze of the Wasted Effort

Walls all around me
Corners that point 90°
The edges come closer and closer
No gap
No break
No cut
No opening
Just a dead end
Running pillar to post
East to west
Zig- zig round and round
Banging walls
Silent cries
no one hears
Deafening silence
Buzzing in my head
Is that the ceiling coming down?
Or the floor rising up?
Soon to be smashed into nothing ...ok...fine...
Inspite of trying...
Brilliant but wasted efforts..... yet
I'll die first and then maybe I'll quit?
Maybe.

His Footsteps and Her Yellow Garland For Her Gods

The footsteps that remain on the sand fleet away,leaving no traces of the person who once was, an impression,a memory,
Some would utter and reminisce
"he would walk this way to work, turn around and wave to her,
And she would forever wait for him,
Pick flowers in her garden to string together a yellow garland for her Gods and Their blessings,
Their protection for him to be safe,
For her to hear his swift and strong footsteps back home ,
For the bell to ring,
For having a warm meal together,
For the playful night to come,
For the happy sun to rise ,
For him to wave to her,
For her to forever wait for him,
For her to pick flowers in her garden so that she could string together a yellow garland for her Gods."
🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻

Overthinking-Overthinking-Overthinking

Oh No!!!There I go again....
Of thoughts and things
And things and thoughts,
Some are logical and some are not!
Of all the different versions of myself in my mind,
Which one I choose to be me and what vision of myself is truly mine?
Of thoughts and things and many things I had thought,
I should have said this,..I should have done that...or not?
Which is the right path?
Which was the wrong turn?
That feeling comes again when I feel twisted mangled and burnt...
Of thoughts and things and things I had thought....
Thinking too much-
is a thinking that is warped.

STOP IT!!!

The Greatest Tragedy of All

It would be the greatest tragedy of all ...to have read a thousand books and never understood a thing,
...to have spoken a thousand words but yourself had never listened to anything,
...to have never fought a fight or ever fell in love,
...to have never taken a side or had a difference of opinion,
...if we had spoken when we should have kept silent and had kept quiet when we should have told ,
...if we had given all to those who didn't care, and took away things from those who wanted nothing from us,
...if we had lived the life we had never imagined, and died without even daring to do something different,
...to live a life of fear that I shall die one day, and never lived a second in happiness and only thought about oneself..
...It would be the greatest tragedy of all...
To have never lived a life as it  was worth living.