To Be Continued…

To Be Continued...

Or should I say part two?
Can something be continued once it has ended?
The characters may all look the same, yes, but their internal landscapes have changed.
We have all been affected by our surroundings…by one another.
And what is it we are looking for? A continuation of “what was”?
Because a past not learned from, not set free, is a history doomed to repeat itself.
Sounds a bit naive, perhaps even a bit stagnant, to me…but more on that later…

(To be continued…)

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Questions at Midnight

Questions at Midnight

As the years pass and I become more committed to my own spiritual practice, I have begun to understand (more and more) the importance of recognizing the time known as “Shabbat.” Shabbat (to me) is a brief moment that allows our souls, our relationships, and our bodies to sigh, take heed, and breath, once more. We all need moments to repose and rejuvenate, but in our on-the-go society we tend to forget that constant motion will eventually (and sooner than later) burn out the machine. I realize, not all of us observe a weekly, day of rest, but if you could:
What would “rest” look like to you? And why are you not doing it already?

“Shabbat is practice for the world to come. Weekly practice in living in a world that doesn’t need fixing”

Shabbat Shalom,
Gia

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As If….(A Waltz in E minor)

As If....(A Waltz in E minor)

I loved you,
as if I loved urgency and pain
I hated you,
as if I hated comfort and sanity
I wanted you,
as if I wanted life to be chaos
I needed you,
as if that were ever an option

You loved me,
as if love were a facade
You hated me,
as if I didn’t know that already
You wanted me,
as if I were a thing to obtain
You needed me,
as if needing were my triumph

We loved us,
as if love were like water
We hated us,
as if hate fueled passion
We wanted us,
as if this tale could be true
We needed us…

and that is true.

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Being Gia (about me…revisited)!

Being Gia (about me…revisited)!.

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La Vérité

La Vérité

Cradles of word
Brimming with intention.
Bearing adoration,
But often times venom

Careful as you forage,
Unmarked alms carry consequence.
The just choice is free,
The latter your fate…

And in the moment of Truth,
No crown will be cast aside for your soul.
Solitarily, you will stand,
Only then will your gospel be whispered.

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Short and (Bitter) Sweet

Short and Sweet

It’s like praying for the words to pour onto this page.

Or waiting for That person to change into good.

I keep trying to high-five God, without any luck.

But it’s all out of reach… They’re just all out of reach.

(To be continued…)

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