to burn, to exhume, to obliterate…

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the space. To connect.

At the end of the day, it is all about connection.

There is nothing in this world that can be more potent. This I realize now. I’ve known it forever but not in this life-affirming way that we all want to tear our hearts open and…

why you write

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Writing reveals yourself to you, like a flower reveals itself to a seed.

The seed lies inside, untapped, unopened, unprodded. Given the right conditions you write, the seed is tapped, it opens, it moves, it grows into a plant with roots, a stem, and moves about.

The longing stops, and…

fears and chills, read this one aloud…

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam…

Radhika Iyer

“We are walking each other home.” — Ram Dass https://riyer.medium.com/membership

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