To Feel

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To feel

Is not a curse

It is a privilege; a luxury; a gift

A higher order

 

Calm breezes wafting

A breath well taken

A hum in the distance

Life

It fills us with sensation

Consuming

 

Reality comes

And speaks to us

Although it is not forceful

We are the force

We decide whether

the path into our truest self

remains shut

 

Feeling itself brings a sort of pain

The shock of realizing we are alive

We are awake and yet constantly awakening

 

The more we feel, the more we shrink from it

The burning, the electricity

We can almost smell the energy of sensational awareness hurtling towards us

 

Fear!

We close our eyes and ears.

Is the nightmare of feeling too much, feeling authentically, over?

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If you open your eyes and explode with the heat, the singe;

You have a chance to burn more brightly than the fiery stars themselves,

 

And even though numbness brings death most quiet

We still believe we have a choice