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mycelial
If I were a mushroom and you were a tree I would have found you already — threaded myself through the dark to where your roots reach down and wove myself in. They see my fruit. Beautiful enough to want, too dangerous to hold. But you would know what lives beneath — the web of me, moving through every dark and patient inch between us. I would bring you what the deep holds. You would give me light made solid. Neither of us would need a word for it — the forest never has. When you find me you won’t feel the finding, only that you always knew where your roots were going.
By Mina Carey6 minutes ago in Poets
Plato’s closet
Plato speaks about forms. That life is like a shadow box. We go through levels of consciousness, in the box, out the box. In the box the shadows seems real until you see the light and find a way out the box to the other side. The outside. Then that was real is now just a form of an old pattern. Seeing outside the box and knowing where the shadows come from Plato’s tells us-if we can understand inside the box and outside the box we can under self and we can know God and higher power.
By Kallie Venturini ❤️about 2 hours ago in Poets
My Soul
My soul went too deep... I felt more empty inside- -than my own shadow...
By Meghan LeVaughn about 4 hours ago in Poets
