The Game Changer

The Game Changer

If I had the power to do anything, I would change the game. I would change the ideas of what it should be. I would do nothing like it was taught to do. I would change the game, so money or cars wouldn’t…

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The Earth

The Earth

She says, she wants to be an artist. She says she wants to paint and draw pictures… She has dreams and nightmares often, which wake her up in the middle of the night. It is believed that such graphic nocturnal…

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I’ve Known.

I’ve Known.

I’ve known men who live in deafening boldness, and those who thunder softly in their hearts. I’ve known men who speak words fearlessly, and those whose voices speak in deeds. I’ve known men who love immensely, and those who are…

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Birthplace

Birthplace

When people ask me, as they often do, where does it come from? The paintings? The vision or idea? Like an outsider, I observe my mind searching for the answer. It shoots straight to the center. I could feel it;…

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Sia

Sia

Sia. Creative brilliance. The voice. This song. Powerful.    

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Movement

Movement

 Movement  Where do dreams go? White, black, dusk of day, burning sight. Self. Expression. Wild. Gentle. Soothing oceans. Heavy devotions.  A  Movement  Through. The invisible walls of  You.   Yours Truly, – Creativity – Ewa Sliwowski  

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Juxtaposition

Juxtaposition

Life in Life.  Internal in External.  Spiritual in Physical.   Spoken in Written. Felt in Feeling.  Uncommon in Traditional.  Crazy in Sane.  Peace in Struggle.  Here in There.  Light in Shadow.  Saved in Damaged.  Stillness in Time.  Love in Fear. Love in Love. Love in Me. Me in You.  You…

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Behind the Skin of Life

Behind the Skin of Life

There might be times when you experience chaos and disorder.  When you feel drained and have little to give. When you feel somehow wronged and alone. When you feel there is no where to go and you want out… Don’t. Don’t run. Don’t hide. Learn…

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Poem.

Poem.

                                                                 I knew you before I met you. When Spring blooms in softness. For Summer is too hot. Fall is too windy. And Winter,                                                                   Well,                                                                      Winter is made of ice.                                                                                                Yours Truly,                                                                                                              – Seasons

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Write Woman! Write.

Write Woman! Write.

“sometimes the night wakes in the middle of me. and I can do nothing but become the moon.”   -Nayyirah Special things come along for many reasons. Sometimes they’re very important reasons.  This poem was a coincidental meeting. I was on Instagram, reading, and looking…

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My Unconditional Love

My Unconditional Love

 I Am completely, irresistibly, undeniably in LOVE. How could it be? How could I love more now, then I did yesterday? How could this love grow deeper, stronger? How could it all be for me? It’s filling my heart up with energy…

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“Anyway”

“Anyway”

… Being more rooted, more grounded with the center of own existence… Remembering that passing judgment is one of the most shallow practices in the way of life. No one knows what the other feels or experiences, unless they themselves went…

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