Examine your self by all your actions,
By which parts you give to little factions
And do your values morph to abstractions
When they vex your favored way?
Are you principled or merely moral?
Make pursuit of peace or chase the quarrel?
What your chosen course when o'er a barrel?
Do your virtues go or stay?
Do beliefs matter unless effected?
When spoken only, are they rendered dead?
Would you be trusted, or be rejected?
Your choice will carry the day.
A hot sun glistening white on gold sand Reaching to the sun crowned ocean, An ocean's-breadth East And to the feet of moon capped mountains A mountain's length West. There is no water Eagerly pursued,
My basket is full, filled, flowering, A rooted spark blooming bright Amidst hawthorn blossoms White as a bridal veil And I wind about the tree Like ribbons 'round a pole Weaving life within my body A
I got a nosebleed considering a TikTok about spanking. Telling me to make a mistake So I can learn new things, spread my wings, Set myself free into the privilege of trying. And all at once I was back