I’m grasping for anything tangible
Anything of substance
It’s all smoke
Chaff in the wind
I reach out my hand
My fingers stretch
Wrap around…. nothing
Oh my heart burns
Then tightens
Then goes numb
Then pounds so hard
I’m losing everything when I had nothing
But it felt like…. everything
©️tara caribou – 2018
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Be brave and sit with the nothingness. Get quiet. Move from your head down to your heart. Breath in and out to your heart. There is the beat to follow. Sending light and love.
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Thank you, Dwight. That’s most kind of you to say, and I thank you for the visualization. I admit I have neglected that.
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i love the last two line. i know exactly what you mean ❤
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Thanks emje.
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❤️
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