Tag Archive | meaning

40. Washed away

My sins have been washed away by rain.
All the colours of my past
— red, green, blue —
Are gone.

Only the black ink of my memory stains my skin now.

Let my body be my canvas,
Don’t judge me.
My body is mine,
My words are sacred to me.

©Brindology 2016 & Belinda Low
©Original artwork by Belinda Low

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39. Hope

Shall this be my song of hope?

Why do you not want to sit in silence?

This silence is driving me crazy. I don’t want to hear myself think.

How can you talk of hope when your heart holds nothing but despair?

It is because I am sunk, I am defeated, I am nothing more than the dust covering this earth, that I can think only of hope now. I have nowhere to go. No one to meet. No one to hold my hand while I weep. I have to go up. There really is nowhere else to go.

©Brindology 2016

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14. Discrimination

Cancer does not discriminate.
It does not care about your bank balance or the car you drive.
It doesn’t care what kind of house you live in.
It doesn’t care
if you’re rich,
poor,
educated,
uneducated,
single,
married,
divorced,
gay,
straight,
bisexual,
transsexual,
a parent,
an aunt,
an uncle,
a grandparent,
a child,
an adult,
a brother,
a sister,
deaf,
blind,
mute,
disabled,
special,
talented,
gifted,
silly,
an absolute goofball,
voluptuous,
a size 0,
skinny,
a size 20,
muscular,
healthy,
a slob,
downright mean,
courteous,
kind,
generous,
nasty,
bitchy,
lazy,
hardworking,
insular,
religious,
agnostic,
atheist,
open-minded,
an only child,
a twin,
a triplet,
the youngest child,
the eldest child,
an in-between child,
an infant,
the star in your parent’s world,
the light in your significant other’s life,
a musician,
an athlete,
a writer,
a teacher,
a politician,
a humble soul,
a terror in the lives of others,
despised by all,
loved by everyone,
idolized,
trivialized,
gentle,
a pervert,
a snob,
a poet,
a tortured soul,
boisterous,
quiet,
a reader,
a soap opera lover,
a bigamist,
a misogynist,
a freeloader,
a dreamer,
an optimist,
a pessimist,
a person who throws up easily on flights… it really doesn’t care.

So, what do you do?
Worry? Pray? Live dangerously?
It’s really up to you.
You do have that choice.
All I say is that if you don’t have cancer to deal with personally, be thankful.

Life is too short and everything in it is temporary,
transient,
ephemeral.
The life you lead today could be gone in an instant.
We are but mere raindrops in the storm that is life.

Live life — don’t shy away from it.
Kiss the ones you love.
Let them know they matter.
Hold their hands.
Send them flowers.
Listen to them.
Let them talk.
Feed them with love.
Cherish them.
Give them a cuddle.
Embrace them with your heart.
Tell them to walk into your hug and just hold them there in perfect silence.
Let them breathe and share your air.
Love, just love.

Life is really too short.
Love.
Learn to love.

©Brindology 2014

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13.Shibboleth

pragmatic
pedantic
esoteric
agnostic

romantic
semantic
archaic
atlantic

disposition
inhibition
prohibition
admonition

competition
ammunition
demolition
destruction

proposal
disposal
supposal
reposal

cessation
expiration
liberation
continuation

©Brindology 2012

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