A collection of Poems on Emptiness, the substance of all life that is unimaginably full. I re-found these in one of my journals I was flicking through :) ~ It is in stillness. It is in silence. It is in quiet. It is in life. It is in love. It is in heart. It is in peace. It is also in sadness. It is also in grief. It is in pain, hatred, relief. It is in everything, for it is everything. And I am it, as are you. ~ Falling, Floating, swimming in stillness. An embodiment of some
Sharing my story as a deeply introverted being in an extravert society, in hopes it might shed light on yours. The heightened love and pain of being sensitive in a desensitised culture. If your reading as someone raised in a western culture like me, it's brave to acknowledge that you feel, because most of us are conditioned to ignore the fact. That feelings are weak and must be supressed. But without acknowledgment of feelings, what are we? In a way we might as well be dead..