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Like a surgeon, I've cut at myself to remove doubt and fear. I liken it to cutting because it takes an utter and relentless, fearlessness to go past your inner comforts, to the place where you lie to yourself over and over and then to stop that lying dead in it's tracks, by either cutting or fighting it with all you have, to be able to learn calmness and confidence by default. I've done so in three ways. ONE I learned about my origins and my end. If you don't know who you are or where you're going, you're never going to have your compass calibrated. Your navigation will always be off. People can poke fun, mock, sneer at religion as much as they want, but nothing aligns a human in the right direction as good as a decent attachment to a religious practise. Here's a shortcut, get busy with learning about the unknown so you don't fear it and are not anxious about it. The unknown is both everything before you ever were and what will subside when you physically pass from this world. When you do, you relinquish the struggle with control and power and give it back to its rightful owner, and make no mistake, that is God, period. TWO Secondly, learn how to be alone. That means occupying yourself with activities that fine tune the frequency of your inner voice, yes even the ones that the quackery of psychiatrists and psychologists have you believing aren't normal. We all hear things, we all have inner voices, an ego, a vice that commands at us, entices us to good, evil or both. Learning how to quell or amplify them is an art and a skill and like all arts and skills they take repetitive engaging in to master. You've got grand delusions if you think you can sort yourself out without hours of devotion to your crafts. 🔽Continued below in comments. Read the rest of step 2 and step 3 further below in the comments⬇️ #poetry #writing #psychology #quotes #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #writerscommunity #write #writer #spiritual #consciousness #words #calm #human #zen #confidence #igwriters #igpoets #anxiety #life #spirituality #poet #poem #poetrycommunity #introvert #introverts #god #poets #faith #violence

Rahmat Allah 3alayk. The King Brother Malik El Shabazz I wish, I could have but an ounce, of your bravery, your charm, your wit, and handsomeness. An elegant warrior, too good for this world, like prophets, saints and martyrs, needed to decorate the heavens. We often celebrate the things he stood up for, seldom do we celebrate the One he kneeled down and prostrated for. Mailk was a deeply spiritual and religious man. It's unfair to detach him from what made him who he was. So in this blessed month, kneel, prostrate and deprive your body so that your soul can elevate and your heart can be alleviated. #ramadankareem #truth #consciousness #malikelshabazz #malcomx #GOD S#spiritual #spirituality #love #peace #islam #justice #muslim #courage #bravery #man #life #warrior #men #introvert #introverts #prayer #ramadan

#appreciation Thank you to all of you. You guys rock. Thank you for reading, following, liking, stalking, hating and whatever. All of it, appreciated. #love #thanks #gratitude.

Find me at the tail end of a rosary, with sugar breath and a neck that wreaks of agar, alone with my words, alone with God. W.E. #poetry #writing #psychology #quotes #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #writerscommunity #write #writer #spiritual #consciousness #words #prose #human #quoteoftheday #spilledink #igwriters #igpoets #soul #life #spirituality #poet #poem #poetrycommunity #introvert #introverts #god #poets #faith #prayer

Over and over again, Take to the soil of your soul, with a spade so big, that you cannot miss. Turn it over, and over, until the worms are dancing, then you know, there is life left in you, and there is hope to rejuvenate. Tend to it with the compost of love, the hands of truth, the water of life, and expose it to be burned with the sun of hope, and know, you’re not going to be a garden, without the grit of time. W.E. #repost old deleted stuff. #poetry #writing #psychology #quoteoftheday #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #writerscommunity #write #writer #sad #consciousness #words #me #human #quoteoftheday #igwriters #igpoets #soul #life #poetryisnotdead #poet #poem #poetrycommunity #introvert #introverts #god #poets #spilledink #misery

- Something that has become lost on my brothers. Of what use do I have for a love that I cannot hurt with, a love that leaves no scars. How do I leave road maps back to you? Knots in a rope, a leaf trail, footprints that return me into your soul. I'm not deceived by a love that is sanitised and unwilling to scold, smooth mountains never make much for climbing. There's nothing that excites me, in a complicated face, neither am I aroused, by the curves and voluptuousness, that makes a mockery of men. I'd much rather the plainness of a woman, who goes by unnoticed, yet harbours a universe inside, an outside wreck perhaps, an inside wonder. W.E. #poetry #writing #women #quotes #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #writerscommunity #write #writer #wife #consciousness #words #prose #human #quoteoftheday #marriage #igwriters #igpoets #soul #life #men #poet #poem #poetrycommunity #introvert #introverts #god #poets #beauty #love

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dear grief – 3

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Grief is fast becoming my perpetual litany,
whilst others elate in tongues,
in outer body experiences,
this bathe of muddy longing is becoming my epiphany.

W.E.

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Posted on December 2, 2016April 9, 2018Author lonerloanerCategories Grief, PoetryTags Art, beauty, introvert, Philosophy, poetry, prose, psychology, sadness, writers, writing

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