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Beneath the tree’s cool, leafy shade,
The cold wind wraps me in her grace.
She soothes my grief, she makes me whole,
Mother Earth's love reaching deep to my soul.
Even when you haven't said a word in years

I am still here, thinking and caring about you
Odalys 5d
Somewhere, But Not Today
The dating pool is feeling small, a sea that's running dry,
With half-healed hearts and ghosting games that make me roll my eyes.
I’ve seen the charm, the empty lines, the talk with no real plan—
It’s rare to find a grown-up soul wrapped in a decent man.

But still, I keep a hopeful heart, I know that love is real,
That somewhere there's a steady hand, a love that I can feel.
Not rushed, not forced, just honest eyes and someone who can stay—
My person’s out there in the world… just not in mine today.

And that's okay—'cause on my own, I’ve found a certain peace,
I take myself on dates and dance when all the noise has ceased.
I laugh out loud, I spoil me, I stretch and breathe and grow,
And every day I learn myself in ways I’ve come to know.

I’m not in need, I’m not in lack, I’m full in every way—
But still I send a prayer out to the stars in case they say:
“Your match is on their way to you, just trust the gentle pace.”
Until that day, I’ll love my life and hold my own sweet space.
And just like that I'm
love struck and empty.
He ran off with my heart
and pieces of me.
Fantasies of an "us"
mixed with cosmic energy.
Like adventures of Poseidon and Aphrodite
Majestic and powerful together taming
the wild sea.
Oh Sweetie, don't be silly.
Get a grip please.
Today he ran off with my heart
and pieces of me.
Here I am love struck
and empty.
I'm always the one
listening intently
Keeping eye contact
Listening tensely
Everyone else stopped
Your eyes wonder to me
A smile
I'm still listening gently
I like to be the one
Listening patiently
Making sure you're not left out
Because I know when I speak
I'm forgotten about
I'm here, and I'm listening
Part of reductionist philosophy
Is accelerationism.
Where One acts in haste,
Rather than 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 speed:
This is the antithesis of
Hermes.

This is the antithesis of
Toth.
Don't get caught in the Rain,
Only to be struck by Lightning
And curse the Thunder.

For Oceans are beckoning,
Electric is waving,
Thunder is speaking;

The point is,
Pick up the torch.

For when fires are raging & spreading
You either lead, leave, or get burned.
A Tiny Explanation Of The Previous Work Posted:

In the "mysteries" of "Dionysus,"
Or the philosophy of Apollo,
This means stand when you imbibe libations.
When/if you do drugs.

To better know how inebriated or intoxicated
You are or have become.
To properly imbibe them rather than be binded by them or blinded by them.

Similarly, such libations can cause sickness
Without moderation. Such things zap us
Of our relaxation, even stealing our tongue(s).

Hunting what the cause is -
Searching for the light in silence or by abstaining,
Can rebirth the (good) time
Of truth wrapped in/up.

We must ward off sickness;
About our troubles we must talk.



What made them philosophies to the Order(s),
Was the constants between cultures.
You could rattle off names of "Titans" & "Gods"
To easily communicate
Whatever was happening,
Readily understood by those initiated.

Very useful if you spoke different languages,
If it was not safe/was dangerous to talk in open/openness.

And what made them "mysteries"
Was that outside observers
Were left clueless
Unless they themselves had found the light/sawed through the darkness
Or hunted for the truth(s) of the matter(s).



It was a language of Philosophy,
The Philosophy of Language.
So many puddles;
There are the puddles of your planet,
There is an atmosphere of elements in vapors which puddle,
There is a heliosphere which puddles from forces like gravity -
So many degrees,
It staggers the mind to think.

Like oceans which ripple.
Like Electric arcing.
Like blades of grass growing.
Kronos to Atys,
Time to Humans;
Never reaching to grasp their true Nature,
Compassion & Patience.

Only when the waters recede
Is ever there patience,
Only when they flood
Is there ever compassion.

For you compromise all balance
And so you comprise limited liberation.

For, as you all 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 to be,
You are unworthy.
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