Monarca Rising

Tag: Letting Go

  • Authenticity

    “If you trade your authenticity for safety, you may experience the following: anxiety, depression, eating disorders, addiction, rage, blame, resentment, and inexplicable grief.” ―Brene Brown Keeping Up With The Joneses by Carmen H Gray In the realm of lost things: “Social status” “House” “Friends” “Belongings” Things are an illusion Manufactured in the Department of Counterfeit…

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  • Mariposa Monarca

    Mariposa Monarca by Carmen H Gray Monarch larva go through five instars between molting.  Each time, after molting, the new skin is vulnerable, with little protection, eventually hardening until the caterpillar again becomes too large for its skin and it molts again.  This is the period of greatest growth in its lifetime.  After the fifth…

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  • Returning

    Returning by Carmen H Gray Last night I decided to go back to revisit the wound and give thanks to those underappreciated people who stand guard over the children who suffer, fight, overcome or do not and the families who echo all of those actions of their children. I drove up to the familiar building…

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  • Jilted

    “To belittle, you have to be little.” ―Kahlil Gibran Jilted by Carmen H Gray I have been jilted By love (?) My heart misshapen and stilted My anger fueled Slander, curses, vilification I was fooled Only it is your ego The hurt child that resides Feeding  your false credo Holding you captive From the truth…

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  • Expansion

    “There are three conditions which often look alike Yet differ completely, flourish in the same hedgerow: Attachment to self and to things and to persons, detachment From self and from things and from persons; and, growing between them, indifference Which resembles the others as death resembles life, Being between two lives—unflowering, between The live and…

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  • Solongs and, Ashes

    into the strenuous briefness by e. e. cummings into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness, friends i charge laughing. Into the hair-thin tints of yellow dawn, into the women-coloured twilight i smilingly glide. I into the big vermilion departure swim, sayingly; (Do you think?) the i do, world is probably made of roses…

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  • Feeling Yourself Disintegrate

    Disintegration by Carmen H Gray Whispers, sideway looks, blank stares Backs turned on me I recognize the repudiation When you reach for magnitude And your brightness expands Some are blinded Some are scattered Some are reduced to small specks The torrent of stardust  That trails behind you The bitter is never without the sweet Self-exoneration…

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  • Metamorphosis

    “Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and…

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  • Release

    “No experience has been too unimportant, and the smallest event unfolds like a fate, and fate itself is like a wonderful, wide fabric in which every thread is guided by an infinitely tender hand and laid alongside another thread and is held and supported by a hundred others.” -Rainer Maria Rilke Returning to the Ordinary…

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