Sleep is a metaphor that walks in tandem with death. Each day we die – only to awake, resurrected to new opportunities. That being said, living life with our eyes open is essential – it is epitome of living. While naiveté is the cold grip, the finality of death. Copyright © 2016 ShunPwrites. All RightsContinue reading “When naiveté looms”
Category Archives: soliloquies
The weight
Being a slave to the conclave of burdens that weigh – but not applicable to pounds or ounces – but are heavy nonetheless. Copyright © 2016 ShunPwrites. All Rights Reserved
The keys to the path
Embarking on a path of sympathy without fortifying ourselves with empathy, is tantamount to having the key to the bottom lock while forgetting the key to the top. And… Expressing dismay – that you’re still out in the cold because the door has the audacity not to budge. Copyright © 2015 ShunPwrites. All Rights Reserved
Reflection’s eloquence
The eloquence of sorrow – saturates like rain – those tears that stain – implements that maim. The admirable fortitude indefatigably so – when we are low we know that sorrow cannot be tamed.
Passing on the present
A distaste for the present is often mirrored by the flippant disrespect that we show to the lessons painted on the pastel of history.
The spirit told me…
This morning I sat on the edge of the bed and prattled off a laundry list of wants – Topping the list was: ■ $67.2 million dollars ■ A domicile in a tropical location I exhaled deeply and looked towards the ceiling. Making sure to direct my entreaties to the Almighty for acceptance, after aContinue reading “The spirit told me…”
Searching for the “Why”.
I took a long walk in hopes of clearing the cobwebs and escaping the fog of uncertainty that has enveloped me as of late. When I walk, I walk earnestly, searching for God’s face. I’ve felt adrift as of late and found myself wondering… I sat here and wondered – Why? “Why am I here”Continue reading “Searching for the “Why”.”
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