Poetry by Sunday Blu

  • Let Us Be Free

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    Let us be free of the future, the written one at least,The one pre-ordained. All those gods and destinies —Leave them be. Instead, let us find a true path to peace.Let’s see each other as we are today.Admitting to what we do not know.Admitting to what we’ve done,In this world and beyond. Admitting to this…

  • Let Go The Seeds That Are For Sowing

    Let Go The Seeds That Are For Sowing

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    Let go of what you’ve protected with the thorns of mothering, distrust, and anxiety. Let go all the seeds that are for sowing. One day, you might trust that the mere prayer of it is enough. What medicine will grow? Maybe only the thorns and brambles know. Maybe only the dry leaves of autumn know.…

  • What is Less Perfect

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    “Why don’t you think of God as the one who is coming, who has been approaching from all eternity, the one who will someday arrive, the ultimate fruit of a tree whose leaves we are? What keeps you from projecting his birth into the ages that are coming into existence, and living your life as…