Our bodies let go when it’s time to let go — it’s called death. We ought to let go of the little burdensome things each day — that’s called living.
mind
Ever finding
Always remember lost, so that you don’t take for granted found.
Minds awash
Belief stains darker, imprints deeper than truth.
Stick with calm
Try not to worry, as it’s sticky and hard to scrub off.
It’s now
Don’t let the past steal your present.
Wizen
but on the bright side
middle age aridity
concentrates essence
Inscribed
graves are not limited
to the cemetery —
they lurk in our minds,
and buried in our hearts
lie garlanded stones
marking loved ones lost
Simple–minded
Eliminate physical clutter. More importantly, eliminate spiritual clutter.
Mind own secrets
Frustration is nothing more than letting your own mind bully you.
Insomnia ticking
three o’clock —
anxiety, regret
in the depths of worry
swept away in the
whirlwind of nothing —
a horrible nothing
blackout poetry created from Octave Mirbeau, The Diary of
Emotion sickness
The mind can cook up very subtle syndromes to throw at our bodies.
Grief bores holes
Grief bores holes
in our hearts & heads
like a woodpecker
— peck peck peck
— knock knock knock
You can’t make it stop
Eventually it flies away
— but leaves pits
that never fully heal
Saving y’all some time
After reading countless health books over the past couple of decades, I can tell you it pretty much all boils down to this: Eat plenty of veggies, work, play, rest, and don’t worry.