Alchemical Prose…

Reconstructing Christina
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Wield your words just so…
Ignite my Intrigue…
Captivate my curiosity…
Luring my imagination to undiscovered realms…
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Enchant me…
Entice my devotion…
Your alchemical prose alluding, evocative…
Pleasure or pain…
We journey to both, through both… together…
Fascinate my imagination with your literary fusion…
And I will spend my minutes with you…
For your magical words, your spell.
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Do the impossible task of creating fire…in my mind, incendiary.
Introduce me to your magical working…
Evoke sensate thought, synesthesia…
Slip inside my dreams…
Conjure a mysterious world separate and apart from the mundane…
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Adventure through kaleidoscopic emotions…
Powerful, strange, surreal…
Fates foretold, secrets disclosed…
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Inside out, upside down, the other way round…
Dance me through your words…
Spinning… spinning… spinning….
Leave me breathless…
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And then…
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Evanesce…as all the best dreams do…
only able to exist within the confines of my mind,
Filtering through my thoughts, feelings, dreams, perspectives…
Affecting them…
Transmutation…
As your locution becomes…
My alchemical prose…
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If you would like me to read this to you…
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    Christina
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Perspectives’ Prism…

Perspectives' PrismA vast plethora of varying variables…
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     Mine…
              Yours…
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Arbitrary perceptual perspective…
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     When your perceptions become the subconscious mechanism of your every reaction…
     In which you presuppose what a situation or thing, a reaction, will be before you are in the moment of happening.
     You are then bringing the future to the present, not the true future, only your perspective of what it will be… before it can be anything. This moment when observed in its raw, open, transparent state, using all of your senses…  is malleable.
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     Two distinct perspectives. Which holds truth? Or is it merely a compromise between us both? Who argues the loudest, reacts violently…in words, action, or deed? Is that the one who holds the truth?
     In the simple action of allowing one beat of a breath before accepting or rejecting this moment as it is, without your assignation of your past biases…filtering what it could be, with what you assume it to be….masking the true moment.
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Life then, becomes Perspectives’ prism…
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If you would like me to read this to you…
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    Christina

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Moments of Me…

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In all of the moments before I cannot be…
It is now.
This moment.
This breath…
That holds Life’s essence, vitality.
The moments before…
sprinkled through time…
are only echoes
of what was once a part of me.
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  Each echo of a moment holds its own unique resonance,
reverberating for always within me.
Some, bring effervescent happiness and joy…
Some, elicit the fervent wish for the power to negate their existence…
Some, carry eclipsing darkness…searing…
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   At times, they are so impossibly loud it seems I cannot bear it…
but then…
I recognize they are only here affecting me,  unrelentingly, …
because I have not let them go.
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 These are my moments’ echoes…
Moments of me…
With the deep breath of my intent…
I set them free.
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Introspective Expedition…

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Introspective expedition…
Seeking that which I lost…
Seeking me.
I have wandered, aimlessly at times.
Sometimes, I have just been still…
So very still…
Seemingly in stasis.
Day after night after day…
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Evocative epiphany ensconced throughout the exponential everythingness of each day…
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Suggestively present…
Beckoning me onward, inward.
Days in and days out…
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Outwardly, calm…
Inwardly, tumultuous…
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And then,
   One day…
I overcame the gravitational pull inwards…
I came home to my outward expression…
To my words…
To me…
To you.
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Hello old friends, I have missed you… immeasurably much. I am so sorry for my absence.  To have been gone so very long. I have thought of you so often… each time sending my love and best wishes to each of you.
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Thank you so so much …for the gift of coming back to your messages of support, for thinking of me. It means more than I can say…
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I’m here now, full of more questions than answers…more ignorance than knowledge. I am ready to begin… again.
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Always begin again…
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  Christina 

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Fulcrum of Fate…

Circle of Time
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     Fulcrum of Fate…
    Fold the hours…
     Countless breaths…
     Countless hours…
Machinations of Time’s tumultuous
turning marking Soul’s internal clock.
     It chimes in silence…
      Waiting to be heard…
   Wanting…
    Needing…
      Anathema’s antithesis.
    Etchings of truth in totality indelible upon my heart.
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        The Wheel of Fortune spins once more,
Fate weaves another warp, another weft….
    Infernal interim…
Waiting for life to unfold anew…
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Anachronistic Synchronization…

anachronistic syncronization
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“When you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you.”
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A Rift in time…
In her mind…
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The lure and the lie of emotional withdrawal when too many collisions of Memory’s timeline tangle up in a tumultuous ceaseless storm…
   Scything…
        Shattering…

          Lost in a requiem of chaos…

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A dream within a dream…dissimilar yet simultaneously similar as if pages from her life’s book…torn apart, reassembled haphazardly.
While, improbable…nevertheless, making a new whole from the sum of its disjointed parts.

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Past and present fragments collide…

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Cataclysm…

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        Anachronistic synchronization.
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I’ve been away and I’ve missed you, each….one…of…you. This is my way of attempting to condense the past few months.

The inherent tendency to withdraw is fierce in me. I’m working on it.

I’m fighting it.

I’m grateful…so very grateful, for *you*.

               ΅〜 ೋ  Christina〜  ೋ 〜΅

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Digital art by Candra at cuded.com

Each Moment…~

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“All words are pegs to hang ideas on.” 

Henry Ward Beecher ~

 

╰⊰✿ I was supposed to be writing more often. I promised myself a minimum of how often I hoped to post…having not met that minimum I am now here because I also have a new motto I’m trying to live by. A motto I’d like to share with you as well…

“Each moment is a perfectly contained capsule of life. Each moment is the only one we can life in, the only one we have control over. The past moments are gone. The future moments are not here yet. What we have is only this very moment. Meaning…we can choose each new moment to change that which we don’t like, enjoy that which we do, and know that each one of these moments are precious pearls strung together to make a life. Our life.”

And right this very moment I get to share that with you, as you read this…as I write this. We are, for a brief few minutes connected in time. It’s really a rather staggering and mind-blowing concept to contemplate. All that to say that it’s okay I’ve not written, because I have chosen right now to write. I have many thoughts I wish to share with you about the epic nature of our modern ability to connect with others around the world. I’ve experienced it here with you in blog format, on my Facebook Page as mentioned before, and also on Twitter–which is new to me. Well, not new…per se…I’ve had a Twitter account for some time, but in taking time each day to connect…just to say good morning or ‘hey look at my crazy dog’, share a meaningful quote, or whatever quick little thing(s) throughout the day one wishes to share, Twitter is the format for it.

I know some don’t care for it and others use it for entirely different purposes. I’m just along for the ride and happily call it ‘research’. I adore the connections I’ve made so far and look forward to many more. I’ve shared the love of the reading, of words, of coffee, of writing. I have connected with those who are practicing the craft of writing, those who are writing books, those who have books published, those who would rather just read books and more. Some who just love the idea of an instant connection ‘in a moment’ with someone.she reads to nourish

All this goes with my rapidly growing voracious appetite for words. How people use them. How they are interpreted. How social media, books, everything written is assimilated, sought after, shared. I find it absolutely fascinating and am just so honored to be part of it. Honored that some would be interested in my words…in what I have to say…to share. Beyond honored that they would take the time to tell me exactly how my words, my poems, have affected them.

So, in a moment we can change our lives, or life can change it for us. Both for good and bad. In most cases, we have the choice to pilot our moments in the directions of our dreams…if we only would choose to.

 

Until next time… ✿⊱╮

 

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P.S.  As you may have noticed I am currently…tweaking the layout, it’s still not quite what I’ve envisioned. However, I do very much appreciate you’re awesomeness while I continue to get it sorted. And hey…have an amazingly incredible day/night! ♥ xx~