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A.J. West
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Letting what's real lead.
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Clouds are water remembering how to be sky.

#Clouds #Water #Remembering #Sky #Presence
A pale blue sky with soft, sunlit clouds serves as a background for centered poetic text in an elegant font. The text reads: Clouds are water remembering how to be sky. They are the breath of earth made visible — condensation of the unseen into drifting shapes. Not solid, not nothing: thresholds, always between. They show us impermanence with weight, and lightness with shadow. They are the handwriting of air on the wide page of the heavens.
September 21, 2025 at 10:58 AM
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Wasps are the sharp edge of the same design as bees — less honey, more blade. They are tension-filled wings, lean architects of paper-spun nests, and starvation.

Where bees weave sweetness, wasps provide balance by interrupting. They are the sting that prevents the feast from rotting.

#Wasps #Bee
A wasp is sitting on a thin stalk, with a blurred green-yellow background. The wasp is clearly visible with its black and yellow stripes.
September 20, 2025 at 2:40 PM
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Bees are sunlight woven into the tendons of chitin and wings, a buzzing and organizing clockwork of resin, pollen and light.

They are the earth that dreams in gold, carrying the mystery of community and the memory of flowers that turn into sweetness.

#Bees #Sunlight #Earth
A bee is sitting on a pink-orange flower, collecting nectar. The scene is bathed in warm, golden light, and the background is blurred.
September 20, 2025 at 2:29 PM
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Sunday Menu - for the awakening

#Sunday #Awakening
The image shows a minimalist menu titled "SUNDAY MENU for the awakening" on a light blue background. The menu humorously lists metaphorical dishes related to personal growth and self-awareness. Under "Starters," it offers "Thinly sliced Resistance, marinated in old patterns — served raw, until seen" and "Curiosity Broth – gently simmered on low heat. Best sipped slowly." The "Main Course" includes "Grilled Choice Illusion, drizzled in paradox, on a bed of recurring themes," "Sovereignty au naturel – no dressing, no additives. Just you," and an optional side: "Compacted pain composted into clarity. Earthy, grounding." For "Dessert," there is "Lightness Crème, whipped from laughter on the edge of absurdity" and "The Now, deconstructed and served as silence between bites." At the bottom, the chef’s recommendation reads: "Skip nothing. Or skip it all. Either way, you’ve already eaten." The design is simple, with black serif text centered on a soft blue gradient.
July 6, 2025 at 12:59 PM
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In pain
entangled

#Poetry #Poems #Poet #PoetryCommunity
#Pain
A softly colored, abstract image with a pale purple and yellow sphere on the left, partially wrapped in net-like lines and surrounded by a gentle glow. On the right side, a poem in purple italic text reads: "In pain entangled I expand until fire finds release A.j." The overall impression is light, airy, and poetic.
June 22, 2025 at 6:06 PM
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Tear arrives
on skin

#Poetry #Poems #Poet #PoetryCommunity #Tear
A soft, ethereal image of a person's face in close-up, with only the left side visible. The person has closed eyes and a single tear running down their cheek. The overall color palette is pale and pastel, with a gentle, glowing light effect. On the right side of the image, there is a poem in light orange, italic text that reads: "Tear arrives on skin two meet for the first time yet know each other since the dawn. A.J."
June 21, 2025 at 12:38 PM
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The Day

#poetry #poems #poet #poetrycommunity #Morning
This image shows a serene sunrise scene above the clouds. The sky is softly illuminated in pastel hues of orange, pink, and blue, with the sun partially visible near the horizon. Large, fluffy clouds dominate the foreground and right side, creating a tranquil and dreamy atmosphere. Overlaid on the image is a German poem, formatted in a gentle, slanted font. The text is arranged in lines that flow diagonally across the image, enhancing the sense of calm and movement. The poem reads: The day not yet born rests its weight against me Its hand in mine silent steadily draws into becoming A.J. In the bottom right corner, the initials "A. J." are placed, indicating the author and artist. The overall composition evokes a peaceful, contemplative mood, blending natural beauty with poetic reflection.
June 20, 2025 at 10:22 AM
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Let Resonance Lead Relevance

#Resonance #Relevance #SelfGuidance
The image shows an artistic portrait with a soft, dreamlike quality. It features a profile view against a dark background, with a muted color palette dominated by warm tones and subtle lighting that creates a glowing effect on parts of the subject. At the bottom of the image, there's text in a turquoise/mint green color that reads "Let Resonance Lead Relevance" - a philosophical phrase that suggests allowing meaningful connections to guide what matters. The initials "A.J." appear in the bottom right corner, likely indicating the artist. The overall aesthetic has an ethereal, contemplative mood with its blurred edges and gentle illumination, giving it a modern artistic feel that bridges photography and digital art. The composition creates a sense of introspection that complements the thoughtful message in the text.
June 16, 2025 at 6:27 PM
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I return

#Poem #Poetry #HomeComing #FindingMyself
I return in silent dignity— a journey’s arc fulfilled. Just a glance behind, no longer searching for myself. A.J. Poem in front of a mystical picture, a person sits with his back to the viewer on a slope next to a tree and looks down into the valley. A soft glow.
June 15, 2025 at 10:23 AM
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Someone
no longer me,
still passes through
my self.

#Poem #Poetry #Transformation
Footprints disappear through an illuminated corridor into the light. Poem: Someone, no longer me, still passes through my self. Familiarity fades to age— farewell in every step. A.J.
June 8, 2025 at 10:29 AM
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I am a house building itself from the inside out.
I am a house building itself from the inside out. No place has claimed me. No gaze has known me. No word has kept me. I am a house builidng itself from the inside out. A.J.
June 1, 2025 at 2:31 PM
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Longing

#Longing #OldMelodyBeforeNewSound
Poem: Still missing. In me I am not. Doesn not belong to me and yet it is mine. Longing- an old melody before the new sound. A.J.
May 25, 2025 at 2:27 PM
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A heavy stone lies on a wet floor, behind it shines a bright light, above it the text: Truth lies down like a stone on damp earth. A quiet weight, no more shame. Nothing else need know it’s there. A.J.
May 18, 2025 at 2:23 PM
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When I die I let go the idea that I have lived. What remains is what I am - immeasurable unfazed eternal. A.J.
May 11, 2025 at 2:52 PM
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This is a faded image of a sunrise over the sea. Above it are the words: Ride the waves, cross the woods, follow the call be ready your mission your trail your legacy dare to dream relentlessly real. A.J.
May 4, 2025 at 2:28 PM
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I Am Lost I am lost in the searching— for meaning, belonging, clarity. Looping, circling, while life goes on. I am lost. I am found— when a quiet voice, not outside me, but from somewhere still, says no word— still speaks, with a presence I can feel. It calls my being lost a lie— I can feel. I am found.
April 27, 2025 at 2:29 PM
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Yes, It is here. Silent. Tender. Vast. Complete. No thought. No effort. No resistance. There is only: Now.
April 13, 2025 at 2:31 PM
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April 6, 2025 at 2:37 PM
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Know Your Inner Guidance – Be Aware Your guidance speaks without words, but your mind may shape its whispers into thoughts. So, be aware. Your mind also echoes voices from elsewhere— listen to its chatter, but discern the source. So, be aware. Awareness steadies the compass needle, aligning it with your true Self. So, be aware. To be aware, blossom into space. Space is held by stillness. So, be still. A.J. West
March 30, 2025 at 2:38 PM
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March 23, 2025 at 3:15 PM