sometimes there is nothing
that I like to do more
than to sit cross-legged
on the cold floor
in an attempt to be free,
in an effort to ignore
everything that is always
on the other side of the door,
everything that I shouldn’t
let besmirch me anymore,
so that when I stand back up,
I can feel taller than before.
Β©Aaysid
I am on Instagram now as _aaysid. Looking forward to read more from fellow bloggers (who seem more like pen friends to me now) on that platform as well.π
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Wonderful piece, Aaysid.π
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So happy that you liked it. Thank you so much, Grace.π
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My pleasure π
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Great that you are now on Instagram. I have just followed you.
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Thank you so much. I shall follow you back.π
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Boy, how this resonates with me! In my case, however, if I were to sit cross-legged on the floor, I may not be able to get back up! π Oh well. Such a well-written, delightful and relatable poem. Well done, Aaysid! π
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Oh, my! π Thank you so much for your lovely words.π
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Let’s keep the door shut and sit and stand when we feel like it. Cross-legged on the floor is a little more difficult than what it was before. Ouch. π
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Brilliant, Aaysid. I sit like this every day. A profound space. Followed on insta. βΊοΈ
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Must be wonderful! Thank you so much, Jeff.π
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Indeed! Youβre most welcome. Always. βΊοΈ
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this is an inspiring poem: “sit on the cold floor…. cross-legged—” as your deep thoughts sink in…..:” things on the other side of the closed door” enlightens you,,,, and you “stand back up” ….. you are a newer you (taller). Love this poem of meditation.
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Thank you so much for your insightful words. π
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